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ghostlythunderbird · 2 years ago

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The Pack ~ The Letter

Pairings: Alpha!Konig, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Omegaverse, Mentions of Anxiety/Panic attack, Ghost and Keegan are kinda mean for this one (Im sorry!), Konig being a big softie for Reader, Mostly Fluff for this one!

Words: 4,437 (Went a little too wild with this one!)

Author’s Notes: Please do not repost, edit, or translate my work. This blog and all content will be marked 18+ even if there is no NSFW content, if you are underage or have no age I don't want to deal with you. So sorry for the long time to update, I'm currently recouping after my hand surgery so ill try and update when I can, it sucks trying to write with one hand XD.

Summary: After being introduced to your new pack, you are taken to your new home or 'Den' at this point. While the introduction part went almost seamlessly, your starting to figure out that these alphas might be a little hard to get along with.

The drive home was nothing less than silent; aside from König sitting in the back seat with you, the two other alphas were quiet. 'Maybe they are the strong silent type.' You had told yourself. While you wanted to ask anything about themselves, you had a strong feeling that you would be told to be quiet by these alphas.

Close to an hour later, the car had come to pull into a short driveway. Looking out the window, the house itself was decent from the outside. A standard brick suburban house, copied and pasted much like many others on both sides of the street. The red bricks and white paneling nearly blinded you as you stared at it. Before you could ponder more on the look of your new 'home' the door on your side opened, The Alpha known as Ghost stood there "Come on, out ya get."

Sliding out of the vehicle you were snatched up by König who gently guided you up the steps to the front door. "Don't worry about your stuff right now, Schatz. We will get it later." Without another word, the front door was finally opened.

Your new home was lackluster; if you googled a Bachelor pad, this would be the definition of one. While there was furniture, it didn't feel as homey as you had expected. The living room was bare other than the oversized L-shaped couch and T.V. stand it faced. Hell, these guys didn't even have a fucking coffee table, of all things. As you further overlooked the room, you noticed the bare white walls. No different colored paint, picture frames, or calendar was hung up.

Just an empty minimalistic house. Perfect for three military bachelors.

As you stepped through the front door, you nearly lost your breath after the mix of alphas scents. The overall musk almost sent you to your knees, through the overbearing scent hints of Cinnamon, Vanilla, Mint, Smoke, and Leather blended in almost perfectly.

Minutes passed as you regained yourself before you looked back towards the door to find König waiting for you to continue. "Are you okay, Schatz?" His voice was soft as he began to approach you. While you knew his second gender and the horror stories your family had told you growing up, none seemed to fit his character. His sheer size alone would make anyone panic if he approached, but with him nervously clutching his hands to soothe his anxiety. It made him appear much less intimidating and rough around the edges, reminding you more of a large shelter dog being welcomed into a new house for the first time. He wanted you to accept his home, his den, as somewhere you would feel comfortable and safe.

From Konig's point of view, None of this seemed real to him.

In two weeks, König went from a pack-less and omega-less Apex to not just having his own pack but an omega that he could protect and care for. Everything was a mirage that could disappear should he touch it. But seeing you here before him, nothing less of a goddess, made it much more believable. "If you two are going to have an emotional moment, at least move out of the fucking doorway so people can get into the damn house." Ghost growled out as he passed both of you. Keegan followed close behind, but unlike Ghost, he gave you a blank stare as he passed.

Looking down towards you, König felt his anxiety rear its head. Your face had fallen and a sour tone began to line your once relaxing scent. as you watched the two alphas walk away from the door.

As wordlessly they came in, they disappeared up the stairs to their shared room. This brought König to sigh heavily as he looked down at you again. "Don't worry, Schatz. They will warm up to you……eventually" He wasn't sure if he was telling you this or trying to reassure himself at the pair's attitude that one eighty once they were back in their den.

He didn't want you to feel they despised your existence as soon as you entered their lives. "Why don't we get you settled? I'm sure you're ready to rest." With the Apex mentioning this, your eyes lit up, and you couldn't help but smile at him. "Definitely; it seems like we all need a fat nap."

Both you and König laughed before he led you up the stairs. Reaching the next floor, he showed you where the single bathroom was and his, Ghost, and Keegan's bedrooms, just in case. At the end of the hallway was the final room. "This was Ghost's room originally, but once we were accepted, we all decided to leave one room open for you. So that you have your own space away from us." Upon opening the room, you were presented with one of the most enormous beds you'd ever seen. Resting on top were bags on bags of not just new nesting material. This ranged from thick fluffy comforters to sleek silk sheets; however, they lacked color.

It was a swirl of black and white with an underlying mix of grey.

It rendered you motionless as you took in the sheer amount, had these alphas gone out and bought you a whole nest and a half of material? You had never heard of alphas going to these lengths to make an omega comfortable. As you looked toward the Apex in the doorway, the anxiety in his posture was evident.

His hands were drawn up to his chest, clutching pieces of his shirt into his hands. He was even slouched forward to lower his overall height to match yours, even with it being impossible without him going to his knees.

"Well, I uh.....I'll leave you to get settled. Just call for us if you need anything." Without another word, the Apex left, closing the door behind him.

With that, you turned back to look at the covered bed before finally moving to clear off the excessive amount of nesting material lumped together. What you thought was an easy 15-minute job turned into 45 simply because your omega was getting too far distracted by the number of gifts she was given.

'Soft and Secure. Alphas are perfect, bringing nice gifts for a nest. The perfect nest for Alpha's pups.' She yipped. You were startled back to reality, god you haven't even known these alphas for a whole day, and suddenly, your omega is presenting herself, begging to be bred by these practical strangers. 'Jesus, you need to focus' Shacking your head to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts, you attempted to finish your task.

Why would your omega be so enamored even after how the other two alphas seemed to want nothing to do with you?

Once all the material was put away for the time being, you had a yawn slip from your mouth. How long have you been up today? It was well over 14 hours at this point. Why not take a quick break. Deciding to rest, you had walked towards the sorted assortment of nesting materials before you settled on one of the larger and softer blankets. The void color overtook your view as you pulled it from its packaging.

'So soft,' You tiredly thought. After making it onto the bed and ensuring the blanket fully covers you, you finally lay down. Letting the bed hold the weight of your body.

It was quiet as you brought the blanket further up your chin. The only audible noise in the room was the sound of the ceiling fan. You hadn't realized how mentally exhausted you were from the entirety of not just today but the past few weeks. Each blink drew slower and slower until your vision went black, and your mind drifted to dreamless slumber.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~

The sound of the T.V. did so little to drown out König's thoughts; König primarily spent the little time he had away from his rather dangerous occupation thinking about the 'What ifs' of his life. He was so caught in his thoughts he didn't realize Ghost had come back into the house, his hands full with mail. Most were bills, but one was large and thick compared to the rest.

Ghost placed all the envelopes on the counter before sorting them; the largest was addressed to König. From the Alpha Pack Selection Program. Something that the resident Apex had waited for close to 4 weeks for a response, one that hopefully bared good news. "König." His gruff voice echoed out.

Being pulled from his overreactive mind, the Apex leaned slightly to look at the other Alpha. The manilla folder being held transformed into a brightly lit target to the Austrian sprawled out on the couch.

The large man lunged off the couch, startling the smaller Alpha, who had just descended the stairs. "Jesus, König, a bit of a fucking warning." Keegan couldn't help but snarl after nearly getting run over by the Apex. It was rare for these sorts of incidents to happen in the house; the two alphas and the Apex were incredibly aware of where each was and their schedules.

König was zeroed entirely in on the envelope in Ghost's hand, while he may have been eager to receive this letter. He couldn't help but fear their answer; after their last response, it would make seven rejections from the program. Each time was for the same reason "Due to your Apex representation, we regretfully have to decline your enrollment to our program." But it still didn't stop him from taking it and tore the envelope open. "well, come on mate, what does it say?" Ghost nudged his arm; the Apex hadn't realized that Ghost had even rounded the corner to stand beside him.

König took in a deep breath before releasing as he unfolded the papers to read the words printed onto the paper.

Dear Applicant,

It has come to our attention that you have sent multiple applications over the last few years. Each one followed with a swift rejection from our programs as your representation would cause an upset in both our application alphas who may be paired with you and in the omegas who could be assigned to your care.

While we appreciate the time and effort you have invested in becoming part of this program, we have concluded that we will no longer accept any future applications from you. However, with this harsh news, we will allow a new application with you, but you must have at least two other alphas willing to become paired with you in a pack.

This envelope contains four applications for alphas willing to work and be assigned to a shared omega. These applications are only viable for 30 days; afterward, we will no longer accept any attempts to pair you. As well as, all previous information you provided will be deleted from our database.

~ The Alpha Pack Selection Program council

The silence that surrounded the air of the Alphas was suffocating. Even with the tv playing in the background, it was drowned out by the tense atmosphere. König felt like he couldn't breathe; until a sob forced its way out, and air seemed to flood his lungs again. How was he supposed to find someone willing to pack with him? and within 30 days? No one wanted to be stuck with him, and he hardly knew any other Alphas outside his work. And those he did work with? Most were already packed or swore off mating altogether.

This was it, his final chance to be accepted. With no potential pack-mates, he would lose his only chance of finding a mate and having pups. The world wanted him to live the rest of his life, never knowing the sweet touch of the omega for which he would lay down his life. To never know the feeling of pure happiness looking at a pup made from his omega and himself. A piece of him that he helped create.

Why? Why. Why. Why. WHY.

He hadn't realized that he was beginning to have a panic attack until Ghost dug his fingers into his shoulder. König could feel his body trembling, rolling off in waves, making his balance waver. "König, mate, you need to breathe," Ghost told him hushedly. Ghost and Keegan shared a look as the Apex slumped forward onto the counter, his head falling forward into his hands.

Steadying his breathing, König straightened his back and pushed the papers away as they burned him. While his day may have been uneventful, he wished he had never opened the damn letter now. The crushing weight that bared on his shoulders now seemed to grow heavier as the seconds passed. Looking at the stack of papers, Ghost couldn't help but look at the pages that caused König to damn near crumble before them.

The words spilled out before he made him sick. Why are they just now sending this? After all those years König spent trying to be accepted in this shitty program and getting rejected every time, they decide now to tell him what he needs to be accepted. Talk about hitting a man while he's down. Looking towards the dark-haired Alpha, leaning against the back of the couch, "Keegan, take a look at this fuckin' shit." While reading over the papers, the smaller Alpha couldn't believe the audacity of these fucking people. All this just because he was a slightly different second gender?

Casting a glance at the large Apex, who seemed to be on the verge of shutting down completely. While Keegan was a hardass, usually, he couldn't help but feel bad for his brother-in-arms. "So they are telling you to find a pack outside this program to be accepted? What a load of crap." His brain couldn't help but reel at the fact they were giving him only 30 days to figure this out; who could even help him now? He paused. Looking between Ghost and König, he knew what he was about to say would either be genius or he was about to be hit for. "What if Ghost and I pack with you?"

König and Ghost both wheeled around, both wearing surprised expressions. "The fuck are you on about? Did you hit your head on your last O.P.?" Ghost exclaimed as he stepped toward the smaller Alpha. "How are we the best options for a fuckin pack?" Keegan took a step backward as Ghost entered his space. 'Fuck, probably should have kept my mouth shut.'

Clearing his throat, "Think about it, Ghost, we're both unbonded alphas who know König the best; hell, we already live with him. And he needs a pack to be accepted. Why not throw us in and see where we go?" The air between them grew tense as the larger Alpha stared at him. "Right, and we're the best choices to take care of an omega; last I checked, neither of us have been around one." Ghost spoke through a tense jaw. As much as he was against being anywhere around an omega, he knew it was the best option between them.

König looked at them both. "A-are you guys sure? I know you guys aren't comfortable with this; I don't want you to force yourselves into this just because of me." The Apex was ecstatic to hear that they would try, but he knew he couldn't get his hopes up with this. There was still the possibility they would all be rejected.

"If this gets you into that program, I will push for it as much as possible." Keegan calmly stated. The Apex looked towards Ghost, who still looked unsure, giving him a kicked puppy look.

The blonde Alpha signed before giving König a look. "Alright, we'll give it a go. But if they reject us, this Program business stops. Are we clear on that?" König nodded ecstatically while Keegan released a deep chuff. The emotions swept over the Apex so much he didn't realize he had dragged Ghost into a bear hug. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKIN MUPPET; Keegan, help me out ere'!"

~~~~~~

After sending in the paperwork, they got their response two weeks later.

They were accepted.

König felt like he was about to pass out; everything was starting to work out. But it was only the beginning for the newly formed pack. Not only were they a pre-formed pack, but due to their extended military service, they were also notified that they could choose their omega. Hence the giant pile of files on the kitchen table.

It felt like they'd been at this for hours, passing the scent samples for each one to inhale. Each Alpha had the scent samples they liked, but when presented to the other two, it was met with a swift rejection and sometimes with a comment. While some omegas looked good on paper or had a decent scent, the Alphas couldn't agree.

"How about this one? She comes from a wealthy family in Italy, and it even says, 'She enjoys the finer things in life.'

"No, Keegan, It sounds like she'd be more of a glorified brat. Anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth is nothing but trouble for people in our job."

Or it's a same-answer vote.

"Yeah fuck this one; smells like a Hospital."

"I'm going to have to agree with Ghost on this one. It reminds me of when my mom used so much cleaner in the house when I was a kid."

They thought this would be the easiest part, but they were definitely over their heads. Ghost finally stood up in a rage. "We've been sitting here for fuckin HOURS, and not a single one we have agreed on. Most of them smell like shite too." The Alpha raised his hands and walked to the fridge to grab another beer. KKönig stood as well at the other Alpha's tone. "No one said the selection was easy, and there's only a few left. Let's get through them, and then we can take a break." The Apex pleaded.

That only seemed to rile up the exasperated Alpha more "How the hell are we going to find an omega at this point? We can't agree on a single one?" Both alphas stared at each other "HOW DO YOU KNOW? WE ARENT EVEN DONE!"

Keegan watched as both alphas continued to argue; their conversation slowly was tuned out as he watched while resting his head in one hand. As much as he wanted to pipe up to aid König in calming Ghost down, He knew better than to get between these two during times like this. Before Keegan could intervene, a quick breeze of something sweet passed his nose, and the Alpha couldn't help but follow it back to the remaining folders. This scent was the best one he'd had all day, so he couldn't help but be curious.

It led him to a file towards the bottom that seemed much newer but was thinner than the other files in the stack. Once he opened it, the sweet scent was no longer teasing him. Taking the scent sample from the file, Keegan couldn't stop himself from pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply.

It felt like he became weightless for those seconds; how had he not noticed this one earlier? It reminded him of the smell of fresh rainfall, a sweet yet calming scent. His Alpha couldn't help but be drawn to whoever the smell belonged to; without a second thought, Keegan pulled back from the cloth to look at the pages in the folder. Whoever's file this was about was the smallest one he had seen from the entire stack.

The picture attached gave him a view of the person that caught his Alpha’s attention.

You were stunning; His Alpha yipped in delight. ‘Yes, yes! Pretty mate! Must mate, Must protect!’

However, something felt wrong in the picture. Looking closer, the smile that graced your features didn't seem to reach your eyes. Your eyes held sadness and hidden anger that could reveal itself should you choose to snap. As his eyes flickered across the pages, Keegan stored everything he could about you away.

Omega Profile

Name: (Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Second Gender: Omega

Personality: N/A. Omega and Family declined to file the Omega Attribute survey.

The sickening sound of glass crack made Keegan snap his head upwards; the sight before him was far from good. Ghost and König stood only a few feet apart; the Apex and Alpha had their teeth bared and chests puffed up. Ghost was making his displeasure clear to the Apex while König was getting close to putting him back in his place among the three. It wasn't often it happened due to each other's work schedule, but when it did, someone was going to have their ego bruised, and some furniture might end up being broken.

“I highly recommend to watch what you say next, Simon.” The Apex spoke. His voice had dropped an octave; His Apex was close to taking over to deal with the Alpha. Ghost was silent before scoffing, moving to clean up his broken glass of bourbon. Keegan took this as his chance to break the tense air. “If you two are done with your pissing contest, I think I got one.” He slowly held up the small cloth between his index and middle fingers. As much as Keegan wanted to hoard the small cloth to himself, he needed to let at least his newfound packmates have a chance to decide if the omega was a good fit.

König was the only one who returned to the table to remove the cloth from Keegan’s hand. Lifting it towards his nose, he caught the scent almost immediately. It had him completely forgetting his altercation just minutes prior. “wow….I like this one; her scent is not overpowering and smells good. Simon, wanna try this one?” The Apex had turned back to the Alpha, who was leaning on the counter nursing a new glass of bourbon. The look in his eyes made Konig nervous; the Blonde Alpha was definitely over the whole experience, but seeing how both Keegan and König agreed on the scent patch, it seemed to be at least a contender.

Sighing, He set his drink on the counter before returning to the table. König slowly held the cloth towards him, but before he took it, he looked towards the two Alphas. “If this one smells like shite, I'm punching both of you.” Simon grumbled before snatching the small fabric. He stared at the cloth before finally giving in; as soon as the scent filled his nose, it was as if all the tension in his body had just melted away.

The other Alphas held their breath as they waited to see what the blonde alpha had to say. Simon looked at the pair as he set the cloth on the table near the open file. “Well, she doesn't smell bad. What's in her file?”

Keegan and König shared a look before handing Simon the file; It seemed they finally agreed on their potential omega.

~~~~~

The days counting down to them finally meeting you and bringing you home were absolutely hectic, to say the least. So many emotions filled the small townhouse as all three alphas cleaned and organized the house as best as they could, no omega should have a dirty home when they come home in the alpha's mind. Most were bouts of Anxiousness and Frustration, a vast majority were from the poor Apex who checked everything twice to make sure everything was perfect.

At the one-week mark Ghost and Keegan decided to move into the same room to make sure you have a space for yourself as you settled down. The move sparked from just the simple question "Where is our omega going to stay until she's warmed up to us?" To say it had the alphas taking multiple steps back was an understatement. Another thing that was brought up (By Ghost mind you) was what were you going to use should you decide to make a nest.

It may have not been something the Alphas were well versed in, but they at least made an effort. Cue the three alphas going out and buying almost two whole carts full of nesting material, plus the whole material selection boot camp.

"What about this one? It's big and it's super soft!" ~ König

"No no, She needs something that won't stick to her if she uses this for her heats. What about that silk sheet kinda stuff?" ~ Keegan

"Why not just get her some fucking blankets and pillows, This nesting shit can't be that complicated" ~ Ghost

It was definitely quite the scene watching these big alphas carry multiple bags worth of nesting material due to them being unsure what to get.

Once everything was settled, the day when they finally got to meet you arrived. The checking-in process was seamless, soon leading to the alphas being led to a smaller room waiting for the actual introduction. From what the receptionist had told them the Omegas family still needed to finalize paperwork, It had been the longest wait any of the alphas had ever done. But when the door finally opened to reveal the betas and you, time seemed to stand still.

They collectively decided they would die for you if it made you happy.

~~~~~

It had been a few hours since König had left your room. Call him paranoid, but no noise was coming from the door. Worried about you, he walked back to your door before knocking.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and was greeted by a dimly lit room. And there on the bed, you laid completely still on the massive bed, sound asleep.

Once you walked in through that door, all his fears and worries seemed to implode and no longer existed. You were more than everything he could have dreamed of; how you weren't already paired was beyond him. You entangled him. Everything about you was beautiful, from your hair and eyes to your body. It wasn't until he had heard his name from downstairs that he was brought out of his trance.

He was casting you one last glance, taking in your sleeping form before turning to leave. König told himself he would make this work. Because now that he had you, He wasn't ever going to let you go.

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sadistic-kiss · 5 months ago

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🐺House of Alphas🐺

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~Chapter 37~

…

Nanami stifled his laugh while waving his hand, “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please forgive me, sweetheart, you were so tense when you asked me such a question. You couldn’t even look at me.”

Gah- you still can’t. You dropped your gaze again but this time Nanami shifted so he could reach his hand in your view, palm faced upward. What was he doing? Did he want your hand? You were about to give it to him before he slowly lifted his hand, your chin guided within its path until you were looking at his hazel orbs.

“Besides I had to get you back for teasing me first.”

“Fine fine, we are even~.”

“Good… now…You asked what I like…” His gaze rests upon you for a while, like the gears in his head were turning in the opposite direction, until finally, he says, “I suppose it’s you…I like you. Whatever you like.”

You slowly shook your head, no that’s his cookie-cutter answer. His vanilla answer. You accept it in the game, you had to…but you want to push further than that. Deeper. “No… not that…I want to know what…. Kento likes… the Kento that has no control….” You poke at his chest lightly. “What do you really like? You, said… you were much like me… afraid of losing control…well,” you pop your lips feeling quite brave while throwing his hypocrisy back at him, “I want you to let go…I don’t want you to think, I want you to be greedy.”

Nanami stared at you with something dark swirling behind his eyes. “…You… want…my sinful desires? My greed?” He was locked in just as much as you were yet he seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to pull away and shut himself off.

Woah- what just happened…his tone had shifted and his eyes grew into that crazed glow that your alphas get when they are deep in lust. But…Why did he look… almost… wilder? Dare you say- scarier- this was a look you had never seen upon him. Ever-

Are you in danger?

He looked so sweet like an Angel but within the same breath dangerous like the devil.

-but then it was corrected into your alpha's normal expression. “You couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes…” you pushed on, too deep to go back now. Or maybe you don’t want to go back. “…Tell me… what my alpha Kento likes…”

A light smile touched the blonde’s lips, “What I like…”

“Don’t hold back, tell me everything. I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You joked lightly seeing his face relax a bit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze flowing over your form before coming back to your eyes, “…One thing I like…no…” His eyebrows furrowed as if he just did you a great disservice, “-love… I love when you look at me…” Your breath is taken away as he speaks, an electric current connects your eyes with his own. Pulsing through his touch and his words as he caresses you with them. “I love… when you say my name… Kento…it sounds so beautiful coming from your lips…”

It was all so sweet.

He then sweeps his arm down to grab your hand that was wringing your dress dry. “But I suppose…” Using your hand he shifts your dress out of the way so that you are touching your very drenched panties.

“Ah-“ you gasped, your fingers forced (not really) to rub your cunt.

And then he shifted into something else-

“…You want to know what makes my cock hard…hm?” You let out a whine. He had you stroke yourself slow… and teasingly, you were already so close to the edge without a clue as to how you got there and when. You were so caught up in his design… seeing him in a different light. Piece by piece being chipped away to reveal something else. You don’t know who this man is, yet you did at the same time. “…What I truly want to do to you. I never…think about it…My sick thoughts I keep locked away… I would be afraid to scare you.”

You were close…you were so close. Your eyes now glossy and blurry.

Nanami chuckled deviously going faster, “You’re doing it again… Holding your breath. I always wonder if you’d pass out…if I were to relinquish all control like you would have me do, I would fuck you until you woke back up and pass out again. Would you dream of me fucking you? Would you whisper my name in your sleep my little bird ?”

“Ah-“ your eyes rolled and just as you felt your undoing Nanami snatched your hand away causing you to gasp life into your lungs followed by a deep moan of disappointment. “N-Nanami-!”

You blinked fresh tears as you looked up to find your handsome sweet alpha giving you the most insane smile you had ever seen, eyes blown behind blonde hair. His appearance akin to lunatic Gojo.

He spoke quickly as his eyes lit up like he had just discovered something, “Sorry little bird but I believe I want you cumming on my tongue- ah yes… I’ve been salivating over it this whole time haha~ -if you would have left me I would have been happy with the fragrace you’ve graced me. I probably would have spent all my cum into my hand until it went away- wondering how delightfully you would have tasted-yes- yes I want it- I want as much as you can give me, whatever you have to offer- not a drop of it should go to waste- would you be such a dear?”

You could barely keep up- what the Satoru 2.0. “Is-is that what you-Ai!”

“Yes!” Nanami yanked you by your wrist as he fell onto his back, “-more than anything!”

Feral Nanami anyone?

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hikarimiyanaga · 10 months ago

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The Queen's Bride (Part 3)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Taglist : @kelloggs4cereal

Sorry for not updating immediately, holidays are crazy here and I have writer's block.

You come home to Catelyn and Ned Stark waiting for you in the mansion's living room.

"Mother. Father." You greet them. Ned scoffs as you bow respectfully at them.

"You are late." He points out and you clench your fist.

"I apologize for the tardiness, Father." 'Never mind the fact that you literally just called me an hour ago.' You bow and he waves away your apology.

"Your mother has prepared a suit for you in your room. Go change and behave yourself at the gala. Understood?" You nod then bow at him.

"Of course."

"Go." He waves you away and you go up to your room. Thankfully, everyone else is asleep so you go straight to your room and change into the white suit with a gray bowtie. Your house's colors.

You go down and see only Catelyn waiting for you.

"Y/N. You look dashing, daughter." You nod as she pretends to fix your tie.

"Thank you, ma." You smile sadly at her as you pull away. "I'll be going now."

Catelyn can only watch as you go into your car and drive away.

She didn't want this. She didn't even want to disturb your day.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

You arrive at the gala and sigh. Galas for the nobility of the Westeros Conglomerate are quite common. There's like one every week. But not everyone has to attend. Not you, at least.

"Finally arrived. You are late." Robb greets and you roll your eyes at him.

"Shut up." You punch his shoulder and he grins at you.

"Thank the gods that you arrived." He holds out a glass of champagne and you take it.

"You need saving?" You ask as you down the champagne.

"Desperately. Every mother wants me to marry their daughter." You laugh at that.

"Never mind that most of them are still underage, right?" He glares at you as the both of you go inside.

"Asshole." You just grin in return and was about to get another glass when someone holds your wrist.

"Finally." Your eyes widen as Daenerys smiles at you. "You are late."

"What? I-I didn't know I was-"

"Supposed to attend? I suppose not. But this is an heir's birthday gala." You look at Robb who was just smiling at you.

"We have him." You point at your older brother and Daenerys nods.

"I suppose so. But still, remember the plan?"

"Plan? We have one? You only gave me rules."

"Yeah. But we have one plan." She pulls you closer. Enough that you can smell her scent. You realize that she smells like sandalwood.

"W-what?" She pulls away and fixes your collar.

"We need to convince everyone that we're in love."

"We do?"

"Yes. I don't this to become just another arranged marriage."

"But it is." She smiles at you.

"Yes. But we can pretend that it's not."

"Why?"

"Too many questions, Y/N." You clear your throat and hold out your arm to her. She smiles as she gets your hand and pulls it to her waist instead. "This is better." She explains and you just nod as you blush profusely. You look at Robb who was smirking at you.

"Good luck." He mouths and you flip him off. He laughs as he goes inside the gala.

"Remember. Look at me like you're in love with me."

"Of course. Can I ask just one question?"

"Sure."

"Are you in love?" She smiles at you.

"That's a secret." She then pulls you inside.

You sigh as you get inside the bathroom.

You've been talking to other people for about an hour and you are exhausted. Specially with everyone's snickers and whispers.

"How could a Stark like her have a Targaryen as a fiancé?"

"Isn't she the Omega of the Starks? Did she get lucky?"

"How did Ned convince King Aerys???"

You run a hand through your face and look at the mirror.

"Fuck this gala!" You shout and flinch as a stall opens.

"I agree. Hi, Y/N." Ellaria says and you sigh in relief.

"Ellaria. Is Oberyn around?"

"Yes. He accepted because he wanted free drinks. Why are you here?"

"Ask my Father." You groan as you wash your hands.

"Your father really does control your life, doesn't he?" You glare at her. "How about your training? Does he know?"

"He doesn't. I doubt he'll approve."

"Even though Master Syrio has approved and even recommended you?"

"Yes. Even if fucking Ser Barristan can recommend me, I doubt he'll give a shit."

"Your father is so strict when it comes to you but your brother and sisters has freedom."

"Do they? Do any of us?" You laugh at your own question. "Sometimes I think about running away from all of this."

"Westeros?"

"Everything." Ellaria sighs at your defeated sigh.

"I am not Oberyn. But there is one thing I know. You are one of the most honorable people here. You have to survive." You smile at her then look at the mirror as she leaves.

"Survive? But I-" You clench your fists. "I want to live."

You come back to the gala and see that Daenerys is charming yet another group of people. You look around and see Robb talking to a woman. You smile as he lights up as she talks.

"Robb has finally taken a liking to a woman, eh?" You shiver and back away. "Don't be like that, Stark. I know that you're friends with Tyrion." You glare at Jaime.

"Exactly. Tyrion. Not you, ass-hat." He chuckles at the insult then looks at you.

"I heard that your fiancé is showing you off."

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"I actually wanted to marry you, you know?" You shiver at that and you clench your fists as you look at him. "I needed you as shield."

"Why because you're fucking your own-" He quickly covers your mouth and you push him away.

"Shut your mouth, Stark!" He dumps his glass on you and you clench your fist at him. "That's right, stay down, fucking dog."

Daenerys comes to your side then glares at Jaime.

"What happened here?" She asks with an angry tone but you stay quiet. You know what the consequences are if you ever messed with an heir. Specially a Lannister one.

"It was an accident, dear princess." Jaime says and you sigh. "She bumped into me and I didn't budge."

"Really?" She asks you and you look away. You stand and Robb is there, ready to punch Jaime. He was growling but you hold him back.

"Robb, stop." You plead. "It was an accident."

"Like hell it is! I saw him!"

"Robb! Stop!" You clench his suit and he looks at you. You were shaking. "It's not worth it." You push him gently. "I'm not worth it." He glares at Jaime as he guides you.

"This is not over, Lannister." Jaime just smiles as you and Robb leave. He escorts you to your car and gets inside.

"What- your car?"

"I can just get it later. Hop inside." You sit inside the passenger side and sigh. You look at the gala and don't even see Daenerys. She didn't even follow to make sure you were okay. Robb drives away and you take off your jacket.

"Why the fuck did you stop me? That asshole deserves a punch."

"And Father will get angry at you?" He flinches at that and you sigh. "It's not worth it."

"But he pushed you!"

"Robb. Stop. I'm begging you." You get a towel from the bag inside your car and dry yourself with it. "Who was the woman you were talking to?"

"Oh. You saw me?" You hum as you get your phone.

"Yeah."

"Her name's Talisa. She's a doctor."

"Talisa what?"

"Maegyr. She's from Volantis."

"Ah. She's far from home."

"She is. She said Westeros had the best school for medicine so."

"She came here. And she stayed? Is she okay?" Robb laughs at that.

"She said she really liked the place." You chuckle.

"But not the people, huh?"

"No." You both laugh.

You wake up in your own apartment and pajamas. After you got home was all a blur. You look around and there was a note from Robb.

Text me when you wake up.

You get your phone and see that it's Sunday. Good. No classes.

You groan and stand from your bed. You get your phone and text a quick 'I'm fine' to Robb. You get ready for the day.

As you finish up your shower, you get a text.

It was Daenerys.

Dani : Are you okay? I'm sorry that I couldn't check up last night. Everyone asked me about us.

You : And? What did they ask about?

Dani : Mostly why I was with you.

You : What did you say?

Dani : That it was a secret. This is just a soft launch after all. We need to keep them in suspense.

You : Got you.

Dani : That Lannister talked to me too.

You : What?

Dani : He said that you are hanging out with his brother which is how he knew you.

You : Ah. Yeah. Tyrion. He's a friend.

Dani : Do you like Tyrion?

You raise an eyebrow at her text.

You : What are you talking about?

Dani : He insinuated that the both of you were "special friends".

You : Special because I'm the rare omega and Tyrion's the rare dwarf. I'm gay, Daenerys.

Dani : Oh. Good to know.

You hum as you put down your phone and get yourself some coffee.

You were just lazing around and watching some TV when Jon barges in and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He shouts then hugs you. You push him away and glare at him.

"Personal space, asshole!"

"The date went great!" He ignores your complain. "She was so pretty and cute! We're a match made in heaven!" You glare at him.

"And? Why are you telling me this instead of, I don't know, mating with her?" He blushes and you laugh at him. "Jon Stark! You're a grown ass man! Is the idea of mating with to-" He throws a pillow to your face cuts you off, it was a good thing that you had fast reflexes and you block it with your hand.

"Stop saying that!" You laugh at his blush.

"Seriously? Mating is nothing to be ashamed of, Jon."

"I know that! But I- I-" He groans as he sits besides you.

"You what? Never saw yourself doing it?"

"Technically?" You hum and stand from the couch, you get inside your room and after a few minutes, you come back out with several books in your arms. You settle the books on the coffee table.

"Read up." Jon takes the first book and reads it's title.

'Sex for Dummies.'

"What the fuck?" Despite saying that, he still opens it and reads.

"Planned on giving these to Sansa. Then Arya, and the boys."

"Why?"

"Better me than Father." Jon looks blankly at you.

"Right." He stands from the couch and scoops up the books. "How long can I borrow these for?"

"Two weeks max. Sansa is going to find out her second gender tomorrow."

"What do you think it will be?" You shrug.

"I hope she'll be a beta." Jon nods in agreement and leaves your apartment. You sigh. "I really hope she is."

A/N:

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suzukiblu · 8 months ago

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @qwertynerd97; the wet nurse omegaverse.

That doesn’t make him feel better about either the mistake or the unintentional insult to the kid’s situation, though.

“Ah,” Bruce says, sparing a moment to mentally kick himself before moving on. He doesn’t have time to dwell on minor missteps; they’ve got priorities here. Clark needs time to collect himself and Carl needs time to settle in, and Alfred needs time to add an extra plate at dinner and an extra mouth who’ll be eating enough to help feed a Kryptonian pup to the grocery list, and he needs to make sure Gotham doesn’t burn down while he’s distracted. Everything else is negotiable. “Well, I hope you won’t mind the clutter. Clark, if you don’t mind, let me show Beta Travers out and then we can go over the paperwork one last time in my office?”

“Right,” Clark says, exhaling slowly. “Of course.”

Alfred spares a brief glance for Clark, then leads Carl off with Lor in his arms and a little parade made up of Jon and Damian and an oddly disgruntled-seeming Tim. Bruce reminds himself that he still needs to make sure Tim's not coming down with something later, then goes to showing Travers out. She seems a little stressed, still, but overall relieved to have gotten them to sign the contract, and only obliquely insults Clark another two times on the way to the door.

She also manages to insult Carl and just about every other omega on the planet, but Bruce will take what he can get.

“My card, Alpha Wayne,” Travers says at the door as she pulls out an embossed ivory business card and offers it to him, and Bruce extricates himself from thoughts of just what he’s going to do to this agency to smile pleasantly and accept it. “If you have any concerns, please call the agency immediately, any time. We’re at your service.”

“You’re too kind, Beta Travers,” Bruce lies breezily, tucking the card away before getting the door for her. “Thanks so much for coming out so suddenly, we really appreciate you making the time. Carl seems like a good kid, I’m sure he’ll do great.”

“Oh, yes,” Travers replies with a rictus imitation of a smile and about negative one thousand faith in that statement. Bruce really wonders why the agency even agreed to send Carl here at all, if she’s so concerned about him being a “concern”. Someone must’ve overruled her somewhere. “We’re so pleased to hear you’re satisfied, Alpha Wayne. Thank you for your business. One of our secretaries will send the invoices over first thing in the morning.”

“Great, thanks so much!” Bruce says cheerfully, then shuts the door in her face.

God, what an unbearable woman.

He’s used to unbearable people, obviously, but there’s unbearable and there’s “unbearable, and also annoying”. Travers’s manners were impeccably rude, and honestly Bruce would’ve thrown her out if they hadn’t needed Carl’s assistance so desperately. He'd considered it even with needing Carl’s assistance. They probably could’ve convinced him to freelance, if they’d offered him a tempting-enough contract.

Probably not worth the risk, he reminds himself as he heads back across the foyer and towards the back of the house.

. . . probably.

Clark is waiting just outside the parlor, looking relieved and stressed and hurt all at once. Bruce gives him a neutral look, and Clark gives him a weak smile in return.

“How far out is Lois?” Bruce asks, since it’s politer than accessing the tracker he put on her car. Also, faster.

“Another forty minutes, if the traffic doesn’t get any worse,” Clark sighs. “So a ways, still.”

“Office, then?” Bruce suggests.

“We don’t actually need to go over the paperwork again, Bruce,” Clark says, the corner of his mouth ticking up wryly.

“We do not, no,” Bruce agrees. “But that’s the place the kids are least likely to interrupt us while you work through how you’re feeling about this right now. Also, better scentproofed and soundproofed than anywhere else in the manor.”

“I’m fine,” Clark says with an attempt at another smile. “Really.”

Bruce doesn’t even humor him with a dubious look.

“Then you’re fine to come wait in the office with me,” he replies easily, slipping back into the parlor to pick up their copies of the paperwork.

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zipegs · 2 months ago

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I’m back again with another rec list!! This time, I’ll be focusing on ostensibly lesser-known long fic—for my own organizational purposes, this means a word count of (approximately) 20k+. I will be including WIPs this time around, but they’ll be clearly indicated at such. Recs are divided into two categories—canonverse (including slight adjustments to it) and alternate universe. All fics are Hannigram unless otherwise noted.

Please be sure to heed all archive tags and warnings! Hope you enjoy, and don’t forget to give the authors some love!!

Dolce Far Niente by @avegetariancannibal [E, 20k]

Hannibal and Will have many, many sweet things to say and do to each other.

Technically this is part of a series, but I found it reads perfectly well on its own! 20k of Will and Hannibal being soft, sappy, and incredibly in love post-fall. A little domestic fluff, a little vacationing, and a little smut—the holy trinity tbh.

The Fall, The Flood, The Flight - Hannigram by write_starlight_riots [T, 24k]

Hello! :]

This is mainly the manifestation of a very indulgent inspiration/daydream/thought experiment that seeks to explore what immediately-post-fall Hannigram would be like. And I mean /immediately/.

Also inspired by @/threadsoflacee on tumblr!

I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, sickfic, and vulnerability, and oh man does this fic deliver! The boys are hanging on for dear life as they fight to take care of each other’s wounds while struggling through their own. Both of them are absolutely hamstrung by their injuries in the most delicious ways, and we also get some wonderful ~feelings~ drama and realizations mixed in with it all. Very visceral and desperate in the best of ways.

Io by cuspid [M, 24k] * WIP

"You look tired, Will. Why don't you rest? I promise I'll wake you if anything should happen." "It's already happening," Will said, and Hannibal's smile widened.

On the way to the cliff house, Will begins to feel unwell.

SUCH an amazing A/B/O AU! Will presents as omega and goes into his first heat while he and Hannibal are driving to the cliff house. cuspid’s writing is STUNNING, and I’m particularly enjoying the way they weave omegaverse into the universe, including the cultural and language differences they include when we get Chiyoh’s POV. It really feels like an intrinsic (and very NBC Hannibal) part of the universe, and they fit it flawlessly into canon. Speaking of, they include some fantastic Chiyoh POV as well as POV from an original character who I fell in love with instantly. Amazingly hot, fantastic characterization, sexual tension... 1000/10 highly recommend. Last updated June 29, 2023.

The Rules of Disorder by @lestatdelioncourte [E, 53k] * WIP

He is falling...

Will Graham falls off a cliff in the arms of Hannibal Lecter, finally accepting the darkest parts of himself. He wakes up, uninjured and in Hannibal's bed in his old Baltimore house. Confused, Will quickly realises something is wrong and has to navigate a new reality: one where Hannibal Lecter is not a killer, where they have made a life together without any of the familiar horrors. It is his ideal world...isn't it?

I’m definitely a sucker for parallel universe/time travel nonsense, and this fic doesn’t disappoint!! It’s so heartbreaking and hopeful and bittersweet—Will finally gets everything he could have had, only to realize it’s not the same as what he wanted at all. Very investing, emotionally rewarding fic! Definitely feeds my hankering for angst while not being one-note painful—it’s got that delicious balance of comfort and pain that I can’t get enough of. Last update was June 2023.

Honzen Ryōri by @terminalfids [E, 54k] * WIP

"I have never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him," Will admitted in a whisper, and it was true. His skin ached with it, felt like he might simply burst from it. It wasn't enough to contain him.

"Then you owe Randall Tier a debt," Dr. Lecter mused softly, still holding on to Will's hand as he cast a glance over the corpse before them. "How will you repay him?"

"I want to skin him," he said after a long moment, dragged out until he could feel Dr. Lecter's emotions swallow his own with anticipation. The man's feelings were bombastic. Loud and inescapable when he let them fly free on his face. It was easy to submerge himself in it, mirror it, until Will felt more of Dr. Lecter in his head than himself. Dr. Lecter wasn't a psychopath. He was more emotionally alive than anyone Will had ever met. He just also happened to be able to act as cruelly as though he felt nothing at all but cold curiosity at the simple flip of a switch. "I need the- the parts. I want to build him a monument. Do you know a place where I might do that?"

For the second time since his release from the BSHCI he thought that Dr. Lecter might kiss him. He told himself that he was relieved when he did not.

Canon-divergent from Naka-Choko. Picked this fic up soon after it was first published my god did I enjoy it!! The very first scene had me head over heels—it’s beautifully written, delightfully intimate, and has just the combo of hurt/comfort, inner conflict, and turmoil that makes me drool. I’ve loved the little changes terminalfids has made to canon so far, and the way they’ve echoed or adapted canon scenes and lines in new, appropriately divergent contexts. Really fantastic characterization and POVs from both characters—I love the insights we get from each of them and am SO excited to see how it all turns out! Last updated on February 2024.

A place you can never go by @det395 [E, 84k]

When things don’t go according to plan, Hannibal makes a wish. He finds himself a year-and-a-half in the past and seemingly given another chance with Will.

His feelings about the situation only get more complicated when he realizes he may not have completely lost access to his old timeline after all.

A Digestivo canon divergence.

I have never ever felt so emotionally conflicted (/positive) while reading a time travel/parallel universe fic! Jen writes these characters beautifully and captures their pain so well. I love the way she uses the memory palace throughout this, and I was hanging on every word. Absolutely stunning fic that has become one of my all-time favorites. She also has written two DELICIOUS timestamps/accompanying one shots, which are part of the same Ao3 series as this fic.

The Storyteller by @gzdacz-writes-fic [E, 188k]

Hannibal has little choice: to eliminate the threat he presents, he must stand by and let illness consume Will Graham. But the brighter Will burns, the more the delusions of his inflamed brain begin to spill onto Hannibal's world, until the boundaries between the real and imagined become faint - and something Other slips through.

Canon divergent from partway through season 1. I will rec this fic until I’m blue in the face. It starts out /painful/—Hannibal lets Will’s encephalitis continue on unhindered with some truly devastating results—and continues on a slow, emotional, bittersweet train that incorporates some truly lovely character moments, some great catharsis, and an incredibly engaging surreal/magical realism–style mystery. Fantastic writing and characterization, incredibly engaging through and through. HIGHLY recommend but be prepared for the road to be bumpy! There’s a lot of caretaking and recovery both mental and physical, in addition to some emotional turmoil 🥰

Callin’ Anybody, Can You Hear Me? by nobetterlove [E, 19k]

Daring to take an Introduction to Visual Arts class, a completely blind Will Graham ventures into The Walters Art Museum for an assignment. While taking the narrated tour, Will isn't prepared for the heavily accented voice flowing through his speakers, flawlessly describing the art that brought each piece to life. Though it was hard to believe, love at first listen sat at the back of his mind.

Two years later, Will visits the museum every other Friday, fixated on both the voice and the beauty and knowledge his favorite museum had to offer. With the right connections and a true talent, Will scores a gig playing for the museum's latest exhibit reveal. When a recognizable voice makes the opening presentation, Will is overwhelmed with feelings and dreamed up possibilities. What happens when the voice becomes a real person, who finds Will just as interesting?

Or - the one where Will falls in love with Hannibal's voice before ever meeting him.

A really lovely piece! The characterizations ring so true to me and I love this portrayal of blind Will Graham. The author does a wonderful job with Will’s inner monologue and really beautifully portrays his perspective and interaction with the world as influenced by both his blindness and his Classic Will Graham character that we’ve all grown to love! The first meeting between Will and Hannibal is so heartwarming, sweet, and charmingly fluffy, and their relationship blossoms quickly—we’re treated to some really lovely dates that beautifully capture that honeymoon-stage flutter and fondness, and there’s a lovely navigation of their mutual loneliness that definitely hit home for me. Though this fic itself is technically complete, it does end on a cliffhanger meant to be picked up by a second installment of the series. If you end at the penultimate scene, though, it can be read as a complete work!

Songs for the End of the World by th_esaurus [M, 20k] Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs

When the infection hits, swift and relentless, turning men into monsters and the world into a wilderness, Will Graham is one of the few who doesn't run. He's lost his wife, he has no colleagues, and Abigail Hobbs has been a ghost for such a long time; the only person he has left in the world is sitting in the dank cells of Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

Waiting for him.

A TLOU-inspired post-canon AU written before s2 aired. Really beautifully written, fantastically emotional and heart-wrenching piece that kept me engaged all the way through to the bittersweet end. The characterizations are so good and the prose is amazing—highly recommend! For those who don’t normally read Will/Abigail or Hannibal/Abigail, it is present, but I think even those who don’t normally find that to be their cup of tea could enjoy this piece! There are a few very brief sex scenes between Will and Abigail (really no more than a few lines) but it’s the intimacy and distance and horror and love between the three of them that really shines through!

oh, give no faith to show by videcormeum [M, 25k] * WIP

“Try to relax your shoulders. Be one with your body, do not fight it.”

Atoms separated them. Will swallowed. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed his shoulders to drop. It felt better, the pull at his muscles easier. His chin lifted naturally. Projecting to the balcony.

Hannibal smiled. “That’s good, Will.”

Dancers are dying at a local ballet company. With local law enforcement convinced it's an inside job, promising FBI agent and ex-dancer Will Graham is sent undercover to investigate. When he meets renowned ballet dancer Hannibal Lecter, it becomes clear that the investigation will be anything but straightforward.

Yes, you need to read a Ballet AU. Trust me. The whole cast is repurposed here as part of the ballet company (except for Jack Crawford, who remains with Will in the FBI camp), from dancers Zeller and Bev to ballet master Hannibal, choreographer Chilton, and Madame Du Maurier. The piece is really delightful and full of emotion, old trauma, and sexual tension while also delivering some really fun company bonding and banter. Really lovely piece, especially for anyone with any interest or experience in dance or performance! Last updated May 2021.

A Trip for Biscuits by anothersummerday (M_hys_a) [E, 26k]

In late summer 1936, Bedelia du Maurier's traveling circus is plagued by a series of murders, and Will Graham begins a brief but passionate affair with a man named Roman Fell.

Wow, a delightful read all the way through! The circus aspect itself doesn’t play too big—we don’t see any performances, so it mostly serves as a backdrop that provides a really lovely traveling outcast feeling. We get an encephalitis-era Will analog here, grappling with having killed Hobbs and facing his canon-typical nightmares and sleepwalking, and then Hannibal, using the alias Roman Fell, shows up smack in the middle of all of it. Delicious repurposing of canon dialogue, lovely cameos and supporting roles from characters like Margot, Reba, Dolarhyde, and Peter, and just really smooth, engaging writing.

climb into your shell of grief by skellytons [T, 37k] * WIP

"There is... a distinctiveness to the way that you carry yourself, Will. It is familiar in people like me and unfamiliar in people like them." Hannibal looks up at the sky, reading the stars. "And people cannot trust what they find unfamiliar."

"Well, what can I do about that?" Will scoffs, feeling quite lost indeed.

"You say you have this man's address."

"Yes."

Hannibal holds out his hand, palm toward the calm sky, "May I have it?"

Will has never been one for support groups. He hadn't planned to stay for long. And then he heard Dr. Lecter speak.

Retired FBI agent Will Graham finally gives in to pressure and attends a grief support group, and one of the members there immediately catches his attention (three guesses who that is). This is definitely a heavy one, so check the tags—lots of angst and hurt/comfort, and the focus really is on Will’s grief and trauma, the background and details of which are fed to us just a little at a time, enough to whet the palate but not give you the whole picture right from the start. It’s also got a fun mixture of canon characters, who poke in from the sides, and unfamiliar ones, who serve as a pleasant, not-at-all distracting backdrop for Will and Hannibal’s interactions. Last updated May 2024.

give it to the dirt by @ropertplant [E, 132k] * WIP

Hannibal gets called in to consult on his second FBI case after The Minnesota Shrike; a string of murders connected to New Orleans. While he’s there, he meets a very interesting tour guide for the city.

They talk. They argue.

And they have much more in common than they may realize.

This is the Hannibal we know from canon—Chesapeake Ripper, psychiatrist, consultant for Jack et al back at the FBI—put up against the Will we know in spirit, if not in exact circumstance. Will has remained in New Orleans and works as a tour guide, living in isolation on the swamp with his seven-plus dogs. There is so much to love about this one!! The characterizations, dialogue, and banter, for one, are delightful and so striking. We get a delicious helping of smitten Hannibal, bitchy/abrasive Dark!Will, delightful inner conflicts, sexual and romantic tension, some hilarious peeks at Team Sassy Science, and more. There are some INCREDIBLY fun and incredibly hot scenes, and there’s great humor throughout along with some really well-done sweet moments. This one absolutely consumed me—once I picked it up I couldn’t put it down! Last updated July 2024.

Symbasis by @bloodripelives [E, 126k]

Anabasis: a journey up away from the coast, cf. Xenophon, Alexander. Katabasis: a journey towards the coast, or, descent to the underworld, cf. Persephone, Orpheus.

The world is being torn apart and remade. The ripper of Carthage thinks to help with the tearing; a desert prophet is ready to be remade.

REALLY fantastic Historical AU that starts out at the end of Alexander the Great’s siege of Tyre, where Carthaginian Hannibal son of Lectis happens to have been stuck along with the rest of his envoy for the past seven months. Meanwhile, this version of Will (Weldjebauend, or Wel for short) is an Egyptian priest of Ammon-Re; he’d been found in the desert when he was a child by Joh (Jack), another priest of Ammon-Re, who’d taken him under his wing and brought him into the priesthood. Will’s encephalitis-induced hallucinations and empathy are repurposed into visions and knowledge sent by the gods, Hannibal is a hoplite soldier as well as a murderer who’s got a blood feud to avenge, and some of our favorite minor characters are woven in throughout, including Beverly (Bacaxa), Jimmy (Jason), and Brian (Briarios). There’s A LOT of history in this, and Alexander the Great and the historical happenings that go along with him definitely do not take a backseat. It’s a bit of a slow burn leading up to Will and Hannibal meeting and getting to know each other in any capacity, and it’s an enthralling ride—tei’s writing is fantastic and the characters are absolutely engaging from the very start!

#mine #mine: fic rec #hannibal #hannibal fic #fic rec #i keep waiting to post this so i can add more onto it which is dumb #bc at this rate i'll never post it LOL #so anyway here she is #might do a poll eventually to see what my next fic rec flavor should be...

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somesprucetrees · 1 year ago

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Taking a moment to share my omega!Bakugou gif from way back. He’s getting fat so he can get bred full of healthy pups 😌

You’d think Kirishima would be the one to go pup-crazy, but in fact, it’s Bakugou.

alpha!Kirishima x omega!Bakugou

Omegaverse, breeding kink, weight gain, lots of sex, Bakugou getting pudgy and pupped, eventual mpreg

Male omegas have a harder time getting pregnant than female omegas, or even female betas. Fuck, even female alphas have a better shot at it than him. But Bakugou wants a family with pups. Viscerally wants dumb fat little babies waddling around his house, growing up big and strong and loved. God their pups… they don’t even exist yet but he’s already protective as fuck over them. They should be here with them.

Having a higher body fat percentage is one of the many traits correlated to male omegas successfully conceiving and carrying pups to term. And Bakugou is lean and mean. Plus, he has always had short, intense heats for an omega his age, a trait that works against him on the fertility front.

Kirishima accepts him no matter what, pups or no. Because of course he fuckin’ does. So Bakugou sets up their appointments. Their numbers are ok-ish. They come up with a plan. But what it boils down to is this:

Bakugou has gotta get some fat on him.

Being a little heavier (“fluffier” as Kiri puts it) will also lengthen out his heats from 3 to maybe 5 days. It’ll also protect against the worst of the weight loss that comes with male omegas being sick for the first 3 months.

He’s done all the research. They’ve met with a nutritionist and 3 doctors. They’ve come up with a plan. Kirishima is still in the “we shouldn’t push it” and “if it happens, it happens” camp because parenthood means putting hero work on hiatus. It’s something they’re both hesitant to do. Plus, Bakugou’s body will undergo a lot of stress; he’ll be forever changed. But Bakugou reminds him of every scar and villain fight that changed him, that changed them both. This isn’t that different. This a battle he wants to win.

So, they get down to it.

Kirishima goes on rut suppressants while they both focus on softening up Bakugou. It’s…painfully slow going at first. He’s powerful and strong, got the metabolism of a damn freight train. But gains are made. The inches and the pounds slowly start to stick to his muscular frame. Every gain feels like a cause for celebration! But it’s a lot of eating…

The plan is 40 pounds. And honestly, it’s not that much. It’s insurance. But once he finally (finally!) hits the 15 pound mark, it’s like a switch gets flipped. Not only does Bakugou’s appetite increase, but his metabolism finally starts to slow. And then the inches really start to show! Bakugou’s so damn proud of himself. Before he realizes it, he’s got 30 pounds of jiggling, soft flesh on his middle that wasn’t there a few months ago. It’s so… unlike the rest of him. Sure, his ass rounded out a bit, and his arms softened a little. But the belly he’s sporting now looks like mochi.

And it’s driving both him and his alpha wild. Why? Well, not only is it super fun to touch, to grab, to shake and pat, but it represents Bakugou’s growing fertility. He feels good like this. Plus, his alpha is so easy to tease. He can laze around, just rubbing and jiggling his belly, and suddenly a couple hundred calories worth of snacks just magically appears. It’s hard for Kiri to hide how much he loves what this is doing to Bakugou’s body. He can’t keep his hands off his omega’s perfect, softening belly. He’s gonna put pups there someday. And Bakugou can’t keep his hands off his belly either. The jiggle is just really nice, ok? When he’s pupped, it’s not gonna be all soft and comfy, and he knows that. But for now, it’s easier to imagine what being knocked up is gonna be like.

Bakugou’s first heat with the extra weight is insane. Kiri’s still on the suppressants as a pregnancy prevention; any pregnancy before Bakugou’s body is ready may not make it. They’d rather not risk it. But damn does Bakugou miss his alpha’s knot. Without his rut, Kiri can just barely keep up with his absolutely frantic, mess of an omega. He’s begging for more! Another round, another snack, more of everything.

The fact that Bakugou is an omega is public knowledge. And male omega’s gaining weight can only mean one thing. All around them, he’s suddenly doted on wherever he goes. By fans, his parents, their friends, random shop owners, everyone. Which, frankly, he hates because he only wants Kiri to spoil him. But how can he push away all the amazing treats? Those extra calories are necessary to get his body ready! So he takes what he’s offered, eating thousands of calories a day and getting softer.

40 pounds comes and goes. Kiri goes off his suppressants, and Bakugou has gained a respectable 55 pounds when Kiri goes into rut. Of course his omega responds and his heat starts the next day. Almost perfect coordination! They’re the best at this baby-making thing! It’s the most intense cycle they’ve ever shared, and Bakugou is certain he’s thoroughly bred by the end. He spent most of his heat face down in their bed being ravaged, spending more time being split open on Kiri’s cock than not. And his body handles it for 5 whole days.

The first cycle doesn’t bring any pups. But they’re not discouraged. It’s to be expected! It takes a couple of cycles even for couples with the highest chances!

What isn’t expected is that Bakugou’s weight continues to climb. And climb.

If you want more, lemme know!

#wg art #fat art #chubby art #chubby anime #fat animation #omegaverse #omega bakugou #alpha kirishima #mpreg #breeding kink go brrrr

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starfall-spirit · 4 months ago

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Precious Collateral

Read on Ao3 // Fic Masterlist // SJM Omegaverse Masterlist // Dark Feysand Masterlist

Summary: When Rhys set out to collect his dues from the head of the Archeron house, he knew the man would be begging for more time. What he didn’t expect was to be offered the youngest daughter as collateral.

After spending only a day in the temperamental woman’s company, he found himself utterly enthralled with his new guest—and with no intention of letting her father scrape together the funds that would grant her her freedom.

AN: This is going to be the darkest fic I've written so far. Definitely bringing in heavier themes than my CoN!Feysand fics have. The first chapter is short and free of any trigger warnings, but I want to give a list up front of what I have tagged so far on Ao3 for future chapters.

TW/CW: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Bondage, Spanking, Orgasm Denial, Dark!Rhys, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink

That said, enjoy the intro chapter!

Chapter I

Rhysand

“I have tried, I swear. Please, I have nothing to give. If I had more time…”

“I’ve given you time,” Rhys drawled, leaning back in the chair he was offered. “Months beyond the timeframe we agreed on, in fact. And still have nothing to show for it, Archeron. I believe I made the consequences of that quite clear during our original meeting.”

“Y-yes. You did. I haven’t forgotten. I only hoped if I offered you a new deal for the time being you may accept.” He kept his eyes cast down slightly, looking every bit the beta begging to keep his miserable life. “Please, I can not leave my wife and daughters with nothing.”

“One less mouth to feed. I’d say you’d be doing them a favor.”

The man swallowed hard. “My daughters,” he almost whispered. “You can have your pick. Keep one of them in your home until I can gather the money.”

Rhys just managed to catch his sneer, maintaining his mask worn for business matters such as this. One line he never crossed was trading in flesh. He hadn’t touched the trafficking circles so many of the other major players tangled themselves in and no one indebted to him had dared offer up their own child yet.

He would have laughed in the man’s face and put an end to the conversation if it wasn’t for the soft gasp outside the office door. His eyes slid in the direction of the sound before he jerked his head, a silent order to Cassian. “Let me go! You can’t—” The girl’s mouth snapped shut the moment her eyes met Rhys’. “I—”

“Well, well. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that eavesdropping is rude, pet?”

Though her fear practically radiated from her, his demand only made her raise her chin. What a little brat she was. And no wonder, he mused. The youngest Archeron was an omega. A rarity, coming from a beta mother and father. Her older sisters had been just as disappointing in that regard, even if the eldest had a mouth on her.

“It seems I was right to,” the girl snapped back. “If you’re here to tear our family apart.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity. All that rage in such a tiny package. It was refreshing. “My, Abraham. Just where were you hiding this little gem when I visited you before?” Leaning down, he caught a whiff of her scent, the lilac and pear downright intoxicating, setting his alpha instincts reeling. The words to seal the deal with her father were out of his mouth before what remained of his morality could cut through the haze. “I’m going to enjoy training you, darling.”

She drew a deep breath, shuttering softly. Good, that she was just as affected by him. “You can’t do this,” she whispered.

“Can’t I, pet?” He didn’t let himself touch her, instead drawing back to his full height. “Cass, make sure she has a few things for the flight back. The rest can be provided when we’ve made it home.” Glancing back over his shoulder, he addressed her father one last time. “A pleasure doing business, Archeron.”

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Feyre

“A hunger strike isn’t going to do you any favors, sweetheart.” She scowled, pushing the plate to the top of her tray before turning her attention back to the window. “And the cold shoulder isn’t going to earn you a ticket home.”

“Tell me what, exactly, Rhysand, would earn me some peace and quiet?” Cassian coughed sharply, clearly trying to cover his amusement. The man seated beside him—still nameless to her—just shook his head. As if Feyre was some bratty child they should never have dragged into this mess. If he was so easily convinced, perhaps his partners could be too, no matter how patient Rhysand seemed.

Turning to the window again, she tucked her knees to her chest. Where was she left now? She was seventeen, not even graduated, and being flown off to God knew where until her father could scrape together whatever the nut jobs needed to pay off the astronomical loan he’d wasted in a matter of a few weekends. Feyre had seen the ledgers. Even if her mother and older sisters refused to greet reality, she knew better.

Now she was stuck. Her family wouldn’t be able to beg or bargain for the kind of money they needed. If she was ever going to be free, she’d have to plot an escape herself.

She spent the rest of the flight studying the three men as subtly as possible. How they moved, spoke, and acted towards one another. The weapons they each carried, even in the safety of their own jet. But what bothered her most, if she was being honest, was the raw confidence each of them exuded. They knew their weapons, knew each other, and laid an unshakable trust in that. She wasn’t going to be able to turn one of Rhysand’s goons to her side. Not the top of his team, at least.

So she would wait. However long it would take, she would best them.

~~~~~

Rhysand

“What game are you playing, Rhys?”

They were an hour from landing in Manhattan when Feyre finally drifted off, giving his brothers the freedom to truly interrogate him. “We don’t let innocents get tangled in business. It’s the one thing that puts us above the others.”

“I have no intention of selling her off, Cassian. She’s exactly what her father offered her as—collateral.”

“She’s a kid, Rhys.”

“She’s a minor for a few more months, yes, but hardly a child.”

His enforcer scowled. “So, what, December rolls around and you put her to work in the club?”

“No,” he snapped, frustrated with how obvious his investment in the girl was becoming. There was no reason he should be so against the suggestion. They paid the girls dancing in their night club, Velaris, more than most in their profession could dream of. Their clientele was vetted. Feyre would have been just fine if he threw her Mor’s way to train up for the club. “I don’t know yet. She’ll stay at the townhouse under my watch until I’ve decided. No arguments.”

“Rhys.” He met his spymaster’s eyes, loathing the hint of worry there. “Eyes on the prize?”

“Always, brother.”

~~~~~

Just going to use my Dark!Rhys taglist at the moment, but if the trigger warnings are too much please reach out so I can remove you from the taglist.

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#dark!rhys #mafia au #feysand #acotar #omegaverse #mafia omegaverse #feyre archeron #rhysand #my first truly cursed fic #feysand fic #precious collateral

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befuddledcinnamonroll · 10 months ago

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Themes in Pit Babe (or why the racing omegaverse show is deeper than you think) - Part 3

Wrapping up this baby! Also, apparently I accidentally hit a setting that made my posts harder to see in the tags (oopsie), so if you missed Part 1 and Part 2, there are the links.

Part 3: Self-Worth & Self-Determination

I previously talked about many of the ideas around self-worth in this show, and how we have the full spectrum of characters at varying degrees of self-worth, from Kenta at the very bottom of the scale (only considers himself worthy in the view of his abuser), to Kim at the very top (he is the best ever and knows it).

Now we come to important theme #2, which is self-determination. This theme is a pretty blatant one, as they have a character who has been written to personify it and the message around it - Pete.

Note: I could tie all of our characters to this theme in various ways, but I'm going to focus on a core four of Pete, Way, Kenta, and Babe, because they are so key to it.

Our Self-Determination King

Pete is the epitome of the "self-made" man. Although the self-made person is something of a myth in real life (most who claim the title had significant help), in the show this is pretty accurate for who Pete is. He ran away from Tony's house, and one can assume, had pretty much nothing at that time. He built up a level of wealth and power that would regain him access to Tony's world, but on his own terms.

His power is strongly empathy-coded, so despite presumably having to engage in some morally gray practices (no one gets super rich being completely ethical), his main motivation stayed consistent. Help the people Tony has hurt, and bring the man down.

It seems to be rather a coincidence that Alan approaches him when needing a sponsor, but it makes sense to me that Pete would have previously been planting seeds with businesses that are in competition with Tony. Regardless of how that connection ends up happening, Pete makes the most of the opportunity to continue to follow his ethos.

Pete's power

Just a quick point, but I do think it's important to talk about the fact that we don't quite know the full extent of Pete's power. He can clearly tell what people are thinking and/or feeling by making contact, but he does also seem to have the power to invoke feeling. Yet he only uses this once - when Kenta is physically attacking him, he brings up memories of their connection. This is very consistent with him as a personification of self-determination. Like Way, he can use his power to affect what people will do - but he chooses not to. He uses his words instead. It has to be their choice.

Pete and his boys

I also don't think it's a coincidence that Pete is immediately drawn to Way, after his earlier connection to Kenta. When Pete made the choice to run, he wanted Kenta to come with him. But Kenta could not accept he had inherent value outside of his role in Tony's life, and therefore could not accept he could make his own life choices.

It's also important to remember that Pete knew Kenta had feelings for him. Not just because of the kiss, but they would consistently make physical contact, and Pete can literally read feelings. And yet - when faced with the choice of leaving with Pete or staying with Tony, the path of self-determination vs the path of servitude, Kenta chose Tony. Pete knows from experience that love is not enough if there is no self-worth behind it.

So we come to the day where Pete shakes Way's hand (after some hesitation because he doesn't like to use his power), and knows that he's one of Tony's and knows that he thinks that he has no choice but to follow "Daddy's" orders. It has to feel like a bit of déjà vu for him.

And he clearly has an attraction to Way, but he knows that cannot be the center of the choice here, because it's not enough. I would imagine Pete has spent a lot of time thinking of what he could have/should have said to Kenta on that day, and that's why he so ready with the words when he's with Way.

He tries to convince Way before the damage is done

but he also knows he cannot stop him. He knows there's going to be a fall, and he places himself to be in a position to catch Way on the way down.

And it's only after losing everything, for the first time, Way is able to truly hear Pete and see a path forward that is his own choice, and not Tony's.

Note: I'm not going to delve into Way's ending, because while it was Way's choice, I think it actually weakens the overall theme. But in my head canon, Pete helped him fake it, and they're now on a mission to go out and hunt down other abusive rich people.

An infectious power

Pete may avoid using his Enigma power on others, but his power to help others see their own value & ability to choose is literally infectious. Which is why it's interesting to see Babe be the one to give Kenta the final talk before his flip (with Pete still present, of course).

Babe also successfully self-determines to make the choice to run from Tony, and to live his own life. But he focuses primarily on his own survival - which is valid! No one should ever feel guilty for putting themselves first in a situation like this. He was severely traumatized and had to work to find his own self-worth, via Charlie, before he could turn his focus to helping others.

But once he begins interacting more with Pete, and gains the goal of bringing down Tony, he becomes the spokesperson of our theme. It's important for it to come from Babe here, because he is Tony's star. He is who Kenta wants to be in Tony's eyes. And he's telling Kenta that Tony is the one who is not worth it.

And in the end, Kenta chooses his own path. Pete planted seeds, but Babe's words made something grow. And like Pete, Kenta finds his self-worth not just in making the choice to free himself, but in saving others.

I do think it's important to be clear that making a different choice is not an absolution. And forgiveness should not be a motivation (which is why Way's path got a little thematically muddled in the end).

At the same time, it's never too late to make a different choice, to pick a different path. It's never too late to find meaning & purpose, whether that be helping others, helping your found family, doing a right thing for its own sake, or avenging the love of your life before you know he faked his death.

#pit babe the series #pit babe

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omegaverse-anthropologist · 11 months ago

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pack

i love packs. packs are so important to my omegaverse. they’re communities, they’re friends, they’re families. fuck the nuclear family; in this omegaverse we are pack-centric

general

in an ideal situation, most people would be born into a pack. this would be the pup’s community of care. the loosest definition might be “a group of adults connected by pack bonds who engage in care for each other, and any children being raised by that group.” example pack makeups include, but are not limited to, the following:

1. A group of high school friends: Two A/O pairs, a B/O pair, a single B, and their pups.

2. A group of people who were packmates as pups, along with their mates: A/B/O triad, a single O, and a B/O pair and all of their pups.

3. A polycule of As, Bs, and Os and their pups.

4. A number of single As, Bs, and Os who have chosen to be each other’s cycle partners, and their pups.

packs tend to be made of groups of non-related adults, though in some cases (e.g. small or aging towns, instances of abuse, etc) groups of siblings or cousins may form a pack and simply avoid one another during reproductive cycles.

cycling

packmates are not obligated or expected to assist sexually during reproductive cycles, though many packmates will offer the cycling individual scented clothes or comfort items, food, or non-sexual comfort, especially in situations where the cycling individual’s mate may be absent.

when a cycling individual is unmated, their mate is absent, or they are unprepared, the pack is expected to provide non-sexual care (e.g. cooking/cleaning for them, offering nest companionship or cuddles when requested). it is perfectly acceptable for the pack to provide this care even when the mate is present. alleviating the burden on a cycling individual and their chosen partner is an act of pack care.

pups

packmates raise pups together. often, pups will refer to their non-parent adult packmates as ‘auntie,’ ‘uncle,’ or other similar terms. ideally, if packs do not share a home, they live near enough to one another that pups can safely travel between pack homes. when this is not possible, packmates escort pups to and from pack houses. packmates are listed on school documentation so that pups’ trusted adults can pick them up from school or make decisions on their parents’ behalf in case of emergency.

pups may refer to other pups in the pack as pack-siblings, cousins, or packmates. older pups tend to gravitate toward calling the other pups packmates, as it sounds more mature.

forming packs

after an individual has experienced their first full cycle, they may feel an increased drive to establish their own pack apart from their pack of origin. they may spend more time at friends’ homes and establish scent bonds with close friends. this can be a difficult transition for all parties involved. parents and packmates want to keep their pup close or may become despondent at ‘losing’ their pups, while young adults may feel stifled by overbearing or possessive packs of origin.

it’s common to see scent-bonded teenage packs spending time together in public. they aren’t afforded the same legal rights as adult packs, but in cases where emergencies occur (e.g. an accident or injury involving one scent-bonded packmate), leeway may be granted for access to things like hospital visits or school absences.

adult packs are created through the exchange of pack bites, generally a bite to the wrist from another pack member. historically, they were given by a pack’s dominant alpha, but this was a ceremonial restriction only. packs may be legally recognized with a document called a roster, which serves as a record of pack membership.

legal

adult packs have legal rights—the pack roster may be registered for ease of:

childcare (e.g., signing pups out of school early, accompanying them to medical appointments in a parent’s stead)

property ownership (e.g., a pack purchasing land or a house)

medical care (e.g., access to a hospitalized packmate’s room outside of visiting hours)

not all packs choose to formalize their membership, just as not all couples choose to become legally married. packs who do not hold a roster are still packs, and they provide all the social and emotional benefits of a pack but do not have a rostered pack’s legal privileges.

#omegaverse #omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse packs #a/b/o packs #pack headcanons #alpha beta omega #a/b/o verse #a/b/o au #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse dynamics #jpost #omegaverse anthropology

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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Hehehe (aggressive ashy hand rubbing)

Can I get some Sephiroth X pregnant male reader where the reader is having a shit tone of mood swings and cravings leaving Sephiroth to deal with all day every day 😈

I'm vibing with like almost modern au with no big battle and Shinra corp isn't sucking the life out of the world and is just an energy company so we are doing that

Also sephiroth is shinras son and I won't accept critique

Male reader - omegaverse - fluff

Sephiroth x male reader

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

(name) was a special shade of moody this morning, the triplets were using him as a god damn soccer field and he barely got any sleep and couldn't have anything he enjoyed and glared at his mate who sipped his coffee "gimmie some" (name) stared at his very healthy breakfast that his husband prepared for him, he wanted (breakfast) so badly.

"You're in a good mood darling" sephiroth teased and (name) glared at his alpha "gimmie coffee" he huffed half awake and the white haired alpha raised an eyebrow "you know you can't have it, it---""it's bad for the baby... Can't enjoy anything..." (Name) grumbled standing up shakily, waddling to the expensive living room and curling up on the plush couch, the house baby proofed already and kind of (name) proofed.

"I know its not enjoyable but think about the pups" sephiroth tried to comfort his mate but (name) just glared, mood going from grumpy to pure rage "but what about what the pups?"

"What about me! I can't have anything good!" (Name) cried out, tears rolling down his cheeks as sour pharamones "darling you have--"' I just want (sweet)! Is that so hard?!" (Name)s cravings were intense and everyone around him tried to steer him away from them.

He knew he was being irrational but he didn't care!

He wanted sweets!

"Where are you going?" Sephiroth asked his mate who stood up still in his pajamas and waddled to the door "to get treats!" (Name) barked out and Sephiroth immediately got up to follow his mate "go way!" (Name) grumbled but Sephiroth did no such thing, he would be damned if he let his angry hormonal and pregnant mate go out to do stuff alone.

"I can do this myself!" (Name) all but hissed and Sephiroth had enough, gently pinning his mate to the door "I'll have someone get your snacks if you behave Omega" Sephiroth didn't enjoy using alpha tone on his mate but (name) was being reckless.

(Name)s eyes watered and before the Alpha knew it he had a sobbing pregnant Omega before him "I-I just want snacks!" He sobbed letting Sephiroth hold him close, this had been the entire pregnancy and the silver haired alpha was VERY used to it.

"How about I work from home and you can cuddle me in bed while I do work?" Sephiroth knew how to get the results he wanted and how to get them efficiently and watched his Omega perk up at the concept of cuddling his mate and getting snacks "nest later?"

Sephiroth loved his mate, especially when he was compliant and not trying to fight him.

Little did he know he had 3 little babies who would be VERY clingy to their Dam.

#ff7 x male reader #ff7 x reader #sephiroth x male reader #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader

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kteabug · 1 year ago

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“that’s not my sire” — pup, probably

Summary: At birth pups instinctively know their dam and sire’s scents, it’s what allows them to know who is a safe place. What happens when a pup rejects the alpha that believes they are the sire?

Pairings: BakuDeku (endgame), BakuKami, KiriKami, OverDeku (past)

Word Count: 9, 480

Warnings: Infidelity. Shitty parenting. Minor Character Death. Omegaverse. A!Bakugo. A!Kirishima. O!Kaminari. O!Midoriya. Quirkless AU.

AN: This is based off a silly little head canon I have.

**PLEASE READ: this fic is bakudeku ending, but before we get there, there’s bakukami and then mentions of overdeku.

Bakugo Katsuki knew the omega he was going to marry when he was nine years old. He first saw him at a garden party his grandparents threw, he was the grandson of someone his grandfather knew or something like that. Honestly, he could’ve been the son of the waitstaff and Katsuki would’ve chosen him. His yellow blonde hair, citrine colored eyes and bubbly personality had the alpha captivated. This is based off a silly little head canon I have.

When the two were 16, Katsuki bashfully asked the omega for an official courtship — it was amusing to those around to see the brash and loud alpha seem so docile as he handed the omega a scented shirt and high end blanket he ordered from his parents’ company. Kaminari Denki accepted the gesture with a warm smile as if he had any other option.

When the two were 20, their engagement was announced and within the year, they were married. The Bakugos had wanted to forego the engagement and tie the union together with a mating claim, but the Kaminaris did not — they felt the bond should only take place if and when Denki said so. Bonds cannot be as easily removed as a marital status can.

While it bothered Katsuki to see the hard thick plastic collar around Denki’s neck during their heats/ruts, he understood that it was the omega’s choice. He had always known Denki was it for him, he would wait until the end of time for his omega if that’s what he needed.

After the first year they were together, Denki expressed he was tired of having to wear the anti-claiming collar so Katsuki immediately bought a muzzle. The next year Denki said the muzzle ruined the mood but that he didn’t want to wear the collar so he suggested they spend their cycles in heat/rut clinics. Clinics designed for mated or unmated individuals to ride out their cycles without fear of unwanted bonding or for those who are away from their mates.

Katsuki didn’t really like the idea, it felt so sterile and robotic rather than the passionate nature heats/ruts are. It didn’t feel right to Katsuki for Denki to be alone in a hospital-like room in pain, crying out for relief while his alpha did what? Sat at home like it was just another Wednesday? The thought alone just broke his heart but if that’s what his omega needed then he’d do it.

However after four years, both sides of their families are exhausted waiting for a pup to be born. Katsuki however doesn’t press the issue, when Denki is ready he’d tell him. It’s after their anniversary dinner that the omega’s attitude changes — Mitsuki made a comment about Denki’s appetite which he counters with him being in preheat even though the alpha doesn’t pick up on it. When they get home, Denki practically jumps the ash blonde.

The alpha’s rut is triggered by the intensity of Denki’s actions, the omega hasn’t acted so hungry, so aggressive, so needy with Katsuki before. The sudden action doesn’t allow the omega to wear his collar but somehow he keeps enough sanity to bite his own arm to prevent himself from bonding with Denki. A few weeks later, Denki announces to Katsuki and their families the pair is expecting a pup.

Katsuki is over the moon. If he’s honest (which he won’t be) the moment he smelt Denki’s jasmine scent, he saw a future with a house full of love, warmth and pups. He wanted pups with citrine eyes and soft blonde hair, pups with their dam’s bubbly personality and headstrong nature. He wanted to watch their pups grow up and go off to have their own lives while spending the rest of their lives falling in love with each other over and over again.

Katsuki is there to rub Denki’s back when his morning sickness is rough before carrying him back to bed with crackers and ginger ale. He buys any and every craving the omega has — teasing that the pup must have their dam’s taste since Denki doesn't want spicy foods like Marasu had with him. He reads, talks and sings to the growing bump as he rubs lotion to help keep the omega’s skin moisturized. He tries to go to appointments, but Denki tells him they aren’t really that important for them both to go.

According to Katsuki’s planner, the anatomy scan should be coming up and he really wants to go. He doesn’t care what their sex is, he just wants to see the pup, to be able to look at the screen and call him or her by the name chosen. Denki instantly loved both the names Kats suggested which surprised the alpha but he went with it.

He doesn’t get that as Denki comes home with ultrasound scans announcing it’s a girl, brushing off Katsuki’s complaints by saying he simply forgot it was /that/ appointment today. The entire rest of the day whenever Katsuki tries to bring up anything to do with the appointment or asking to go to just one appointment, the omega claims he’s getting a headache and prompts switches subjects.

Denki claims that the appointments from now on will only last five minutes at tops — it’d be more of a hassle than anything. Katsuki hates it, he wants to be there, to hear their pup’s heartbeat, but he doesn’t want to add stress to Denki so he stays home.

The alpha swallows the ugly feeling that sits in his chest, threatening to come out anytime Denki brushing off something he asks considering the pup. Denki has always been an amazing partner, so it must just be the pregnancy hormones. Kats instead decides to go focus on his daughter’s room — it’s the place she’ll spend the most time so it needs to be perfect.

He divides the wall, painting the lower half a terracotta orange while leaving the upper half an off-white. They picked white furnishings: crib, dresser, changing table, rocking chair and around the room had a few natural wood accents such as the photo frames and wall shelves. This room will grow with her and he can’t help but tear up at the thought.

He folds her burp bibs, sheets and swaddles even trying to match the tiny little socks before just tossing them in a drawer. He hangs up her onesies, dresses, footed pajamas and sleep sacs. Katsuki attempts to fold her white onesies but they are teeny compared to his massive hands.

He even adds a name sign on the door — Yuika: dream come true. That’s what she truly is, a dream come true for Katsuki and he has so much love for her that it spills out in tears. Denki always just shakes his head, but putting a name to the pup he talks to, feels kick, it makes it all feel surreal.

Katsuki plans to be ready for when Denki goes into labor. He has bags packed for him, Denki and Yuika. The car seat is properly installed in their car with the window shades and mirror for the headrest to see her from the rear view mirror. He’s even gone as far as to run drills to make sure he can get himself and Denki to the car effectively for the big day.

All that planning fails the alpha when Denki wakes him up at 3am saying it’s time. Katsuki trips getting out of bed, puts his shirt on backwards and has two different tennis shoes on. But they do manage to get to the hospital unscathed which is a miracle with the way Katsuki was driving.

The maternity ward has scent neutralizer constantly pumping through the air vents — it helps keep things safer for the in labor omegas and their pups. Somehow this helps calm Katsuki’s nerves as he holds Denki’s hand through it all.

Nearly 18 hours later, Yuika is born. She has ten fingers and ten toes with a head of beautiful black hair. Katsuki assumes it’s from Denki’s side since the omega has a black stripe through his own hair and his sire has solid black hair. Like many newborns her eye color isn’t set in stone, but Katsuki hopes she gets the same citrine eyes as her dam.

The scent neutralizer is cut off to their room. After delivery, the room is to be filled only with the parents' scents; pups instinctively recognise their parents' pheromones marking them a safe person. Everyone else who enters the room, regardless of relation, has to wear scent patches — Katsuki is more than on board with this as he doesn’t want Yuika bombarded with too many scents.

Denki holds her the entire first day, rarely letting her go. He doesn’t even put her in the incubator for naps after breastfeeding, opting to just do contact naps. Katsuki tries not to let it bother him, but it feels off. They are partners and yet it feels that Denki doesn’t trust him to hold their daughter. He doesn’t feel like he’s asking for all that much, just a few moments with her in his arms, but Denki continuously waves him off.

The next day however when Denki is taking a much desired shower, Katsuki gets to hold the bundle of joy. All he’s thought about for the last several months has been her — holding her, comforting her, feeding her, loving her. It’s like a crescendo of emotions as he reaches out, gently picking her up and cradling her into his chest. But the high pitch scream she lets out causes all those emotions to just stop.

He’s worried that maybe he woke her up so he starts making the shushing noises, bouncing slightly, and rocking her; all the things the books mentioned but they don’t work. He holds her higher, closer to his scent glands, wondering if maybe he hasn’t been letting out enough of his pheromones, but that seems to worsen things. Thankfully a nurse pops in, giving him a hopeful smile before saying she might just need to be changed.

Later that night he brings it up to Denki, voicing his worries and asking if any of the expecting omega books said anything about it. The omega simply brushes him off, telling him that it was probably because he wasn’t around and she’s just more used to his scent. Katsuki lays away that night, his partner’s words did nothing to ease his anxiety, but maybe tomorrow would fare better.

It doesn’t.

Yuika cries and screams and refuses to relax any time Katsuki holds her or even tries to pick her up. It’s like a knife in his chest that gets twisted each time she fully calms down the second Denki touches her. Why was she rejecting him? Was it him? Did she just not feel safe around him at all?

When the doctor comes for a visit to tell Denki they want him to stay an extra day, Katsuki tries to get an answer from the doctor. He tries to reassure Katsuki that while it’s not exactly common, it’s not uncommon for pups to struggle to adjust to their sire’s scent — especially in cases where the parents aren’t bonded. Bonded couples have a blended scent whereas he and Denki have two very different ones.

Katsuki might’ve believed him if it hadn’t been for the purple-haired nurse whose facial expression showed she didn’t really think that. He follows her out into the hallway and practically begs to know her opinion, saying that he just wants answers to why his daughter rejects him.

He can tell she’s uncomfortable but she relents, explaining that a pup’s reaction is usually only /that/ intense if the alpha present isn’t their biological sire. In cases where a pup fails to adjust are typically more when the sire is a prime or the pup is being adopted. That’s why when adoption is chosen by the omega or female beta, the adoptive parents come around and scent the expectant individual in hopes it alleviates some of the initial scent rejection.

Katsuki doesn’t believe her. Denki isn’t like that. Denki wouldn’t cheat on him. Denki loves him and they are a team. Sure the last several months have felt different than the past three years but hormones can be a bitch so the alpha didn’t take it personally. He then remembers when he brought to Denki’s attention he seems to have gone into labor earlier than it was projected in Kats’ planner, Denki said she was a little premature. Maybe that’s why she’s rejecting him? Though the doctor not mentioning it is a bit weird.

It’s the same the next day too, Yuika screams whenever he holds her so he doesn’t. It breaks his heart to not be able to hold his little girl, but he only wants her to feel safe and happy. So he just does things that help Denki such as making a hundred trips out of the room to refill his water cup, feeding the omega as he holds their princess, and making sure to call a nurse if Yuika needs something when Denki is asleep.

He’s worried more now about taking her home than he was before — their home was heavily filled with his scent. What if his baby girl didn’t feel safe in her own home? He had spent the most time in her nursery, what if she couldn’t rest there? Denki tells him that babies cry and she’ll eventually be fine over time and maybe that’s true, but the alpha is panicking.

The morning of discharge day has Katsuki even more anxious. He practiced getting to the hospital not getting home; over the last few days they had accumulated more things than originally brought. The alpha wanted help getting both Denki and Yuika home, but his parents and in-laws were busy and so were his friends. The omega quickly told him that he had it handled, he would just ask Eijiro.

Now it isn’t that Katsuki doesn’t like Eijiro, the red headed alpha has never done anything to warrant Kats hatred or anything like that. It is more about the way his in-laws turn up their noses when the alpha is mentioned that makes him weary. Denki on the other hand constantly sings his praises, the two were apparently friends in school before his parents sent him off to boarding school.

After discreetly asking around, he learned that Eijiro is the illegitimate grandson of Kirishima Kenji, one of the biggest names in the tech industry. One of his sons decided to keep a mistress and Eijiro is the result, but to keep things mostly under wraps, Kenji moved him and his mother to the family compound.

Kenji even allowed Eijiro to be given their family name rather than whatever his mother’s was and he attended nice academies but not the same as the other grandchildren. Eijiro had been allowed the same lifestyle of Kenji’s biological grandchildren, but the imbalance in status still remained.

Katsuki has met this man a total of three times: engagement announcement party, wedding, and then at the party to celebrate their one year anniversary. All three times Eijiro had drunk quite a bit, but Katsuki couldn’t blame him, the parties were an awful bore. Though he didn’t see Eijiro at their pregnancy announcement party or the other myriad of parties their families threw, so he isn’t sure why the alpha would come up to the hospital.

Surely enough, when he is taking some of Denki’s stuff to the car he sees Eijiro walking into the hospital. Katsuki shrugs it off, maybe the redhead just really hated going to parties and avoided them or hell, maybe Kats just never saw him. He bounces in the elevator, Eijiro will be their first visitor outside of immediate family and he wants to make sure he’s there when Yuika meets him. Yeah he’ll be wearing scent patches, but if she really is super sensitive to scents, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.

He stops in the doorway when he realizes there’s no crying coming out of Denki’s room despite knowing the omega was in the bathroom changing. When Katsuki looks into the room he sees his daughter happy and content in the stranger’s arms, much like she is in Denki’s. He can pick up on the redhead’s pheromones, assuming he didn’t have patches on and that still isn’t a problem with the young pup.

Then he watches Denki come out of the bathroom, smiling as he leans into Eijiro’s side and the air in his lungs is knocked out. He watches as the two share a look, but not just any look, but /the/ look. The kind you give the person you love with all your heart, the one that’s soft and gentle and anyone who sees it can tell your soulmates. He knows that look because his mom snapped a picture of the two together as teenagers and teased him over the soft expression on his face.

To anyone the two would look like a picture perfect family which fucking hurts because suddenly that makes Katsuki the odd man out.

Midoriya Izuku loves his job. He has always wanted to help people and working as a nurse allows him just that. Being a labor and delivery nurse is just the icing on the cake — being able to help bring pups into the world and help betas and omegas is the best thing. There’s so many emotions that rush through those who have given birth and it’s crucial to have someone that can understand you, that’s where Izuku thrives.

One omega felt like a horrible dam for not breastfeeding her pup, feeling like she was letting her son down. She said that all the mommy blogs said if you formula feed or even pump and use a bottle that you’re selfish, don’t deserve to be a parent, don’t love your kid, and are lazy. She was spiraling on top of all of the postpartum emotions and it broke Izuku’s heart. So he pointed out all the great things she’s done to prove she did love her pup: she made sure he was fed, she held him and soothed him. The biggest sign was that she was worried about being a good parent because bad parents don’t worry about that. The omega thanked him profusely.

One beta had made the choice to put her little girl up for adoption and despite having made it, she was upset. It was a hard decision for anyone to make, it took a lot of strength which Izuku gently reminded her of. He held her hand, releasing a calming scent to surround her in hopes to help her. She asked him if she was selfish for not wanting to keep her baby, saying she just wasn’t ready, but he squashed those thoughts telling her how selfless she was. He then got to introduce the adoptive parents to her who thanked her tremendously. Before the beta left, she made sure to tell him that he had really helped her and the couple said she was always welcome to go and visit.

Some days are harder than others and he’s there for those who don’t leave with the baby they planned to take home. Izuku knows he can’t take that pain away, if he could he would in a heartbeat. He makes little momentos using the baby’s handprint and footprint, sometimes with a photograph of the parents holding the baby if they want. He also uses the blankets they were wrapped in to make teddy bears to send home with the grieving parents. It’s not much, but it’s all he can do to help bring them some comfort. He doesn’t always get a happy thank you like in other cases, but that’s fine; just knowing that one day they’ll be able to see those momentos and smile a little is enough for him.

While he’s used to dealing with dams, he has offered help and comfort to sires as well. He’s there to help show them how to change diapers and not be afraid of changing their outfits — little baby fingers and toes seem to terrify alphas. He helps show them how to hold their heads properly and check footed clothing for strands of hair to prevent it from wrapping around little toes. He watches amusingly at first time and even seasoned sires fret over swaddling and putting little hats on the pups. Smirking at the proud looks on their faces when they excitedly show off their sons and daughters to visitors for the first time.

The last three days he had used personal time and was eager to get back to work as much as he loves being at home. He expects the usual when he gets back, his coworkers catching him up on who is in labor and who has given birth, basically giving him the rundown for the upcoming shift. He doesn’t expect to hear hushed whispers of a scandal with a pup not taking to their sire. Izuku doesn’t care to engage in gossip especially at work, but this really bothers him.

It can be harmful to a pup who is constantly around pheromones that stress them out leading to lack of eating, trouble sleeping and more. He is only half listening and at first wonders if maybe it’s an alpha stepping up to be a sire, it happens and could be why the pup is rejecting them. At least that’s what he wants to believe because the alternative, the possibility of it having been infidelity fills the greenette with rage. Truly someone could not be /that/ stupid to think wishful thinking will override instincts! The nerve!

He’s walking away from the nurse’s station, getting ready to start checking on patients discharging when a blur of blonde passes by. The blonde doesn’t get too far before he falls to his knees as he gasps for air, sobs wrecking his chest. Izuku drops down in front of the man, releasing his soothing scent before taking his handkerchief and wiping the alpha’s cheeks. The omega is unsure why he does that exactly, it’s something he’s only ever done for Kumi and surely not something you do for a strange alpha you just met.

“I…but he…not mine…”

Izuku instantly puts it all together. He’s the alpha his coworkers have been talking about, the alpha who’s little one isn’t taking to his scent and the omega’s heart breaks. He’s seen it happen before, an affair exposed by a pup’s rejection — had to call security for it and everything but usually the wronged alpha is angry. The alpha will yell and scream, storm out, maybe have tears in their eyes, but nothing like this. Most times there’s some sort of inkling that there’s an affair going on, but the blonde seems to have been completely blindsided.

The omega helps the alpha up and into a nearby chair, trying to comfort him but what could he say?

It will be okay.

Izuku hates that phrase because he can’t say that confidently.

Things will work out.

Izuku cannot promise that.

Everything happens for a reason.

Izuku wants to gag every time he hears that being told to people.

“I appreciate you not wanting to bullshit me.” Katsuki lets out something of a laugh while sniffling.

Izuku turns pink, he thought he’s been getting better about mumbling. But despite his embarrassment he’s glad he got the alpha to laugh a bit.

“There you are, Midoriya! I got worried when you didn’t answer a page!” The same purple-haired nurse from before says.

“I’m sorry! I got distracted.” The omega tilts his head to the side and gives her a blinding smile.

“It’s my fault.” Katsuki adds, for some reason he feels the need to protect the small omega, “I was upset and he made me laugh.”

The nurse recognizes the alpha immediately — not just from having spoken to him previously but because she was just in his omega’s room and witnessed probably what had upset him. Some redhead alpha holding a very calm pup, a pup that up until now he believed to be his. “That’s Midoriya’s quirk!”

The greenette snaps his head at her, with a very motherly ‘stop it’ look but Katsuki beats him to it.

“Quirk?”

“Yeah, it’s like a superpower. It’s from Izuku’s favorite kid’s show!”

“Kid’s show? I’ll have you know that All-Might’s Mighty Adventures is a very popular classic TV series! Kid’s show? Hah, just because it’s animated doesn’t make it for children.” Izuku continues to defend the show, leaving a smirk on the nurse’s face and a faint blush on the alpha’s — the omega misses both of them.

Kaminari Denki had been told what to do and when to do it since he can remember, though he’s pretty positive it’s been like that since he was born. It probably went back further to when he was conceived, he’s certain his dad demanded he be a male and his mother willed him to be an omega. Though with the chill in his parents’ marriage, maybe he was a designer embryo grown in a lab.

Being born in a wealthy family has its upsides, but also most definitely its downsides. Especially when it’s a family that’s not secure it’s in holdings — you see the Kaminari family is what one would call ‘new money’ and it only dates back to Denki’s grandfather. His grandfather got lucky with a few investments when Denki was three and having a friend owe him a favor ended up with his grandfather rubbing elbows with Bakugo Mamoru (Mitsuki’s father). That allowed the Kaminari's introduction to other more prominent families like the Todoroki’s (hotels), Kirishima’s (tech) and Yagi’s (entertainment) who are what’s called ‘old money’.

When Denki presented at five, his parents had been so thrilled — male omegas still hold a lot of value in the upper class and are sought after. Some more traditional wealthy families prefer having alpha/alpha couples take over the company so an omega is useful for producing heirs and quelling ruts. Denki’s parents want more, more wealth, more fame, more status, so using their son to “marry up” was just par for the course.

When he was seven he was sent to a decent private academy and that’s where he met Kirishima Eijiro — a shy alpha who transferred in mid school year. His seat was placed right next to Denki and it was love at first sight for the omega. Every chance he got he would try to get to know the alpha more, break through his shell and then finally right before the school year was over Eijiro smiled at him. The two became inseparable, so much so that Denki once screamed until Eijiro was allowed to have his seat moved to be next to his.

At first his parents were pleased, Kirishima is a very well known name, but then they heard the hushed whispers of Eijiro not really being a Kirishima. It didn’t matter that for the first time in his life Denki had a friend, that he smiled more now and that being around the alpha helped the omega do better in classes. No, their child’s happiness didn’t matter, what mattered was their own selfishness in knowing a bastard son-in-law would do nothing for them.

So when Denki was sent away to boarding school without getting to say much of a goodbye to Eijiro before going. When his parents called him home for a stupid party, he had a little hope that Eijiro would be there, his family is one that would make an appearance. He looked and looked, but he wasn’t there. That was the night that he caught another alpha’s eye, one that his parents were all too thrilled about. Denki thought he stunk — his spicy cinnamon clove scent hit his nose funny, not like the sandalwood scent Eijiro had.

But once again, Denki was told what to do and when to do it when Bakugo Mamoru reached out to his grandfather about his grandson, Katsuki’s interest in Denki. He tried to protest, claiming that he already had an alpha, but his mother simply laughed at him and his father grabbed his face hard, nearly using an Alpha Command on him. Tears blurred his eyes as he nodded that he understood Bakugo Katsuki would be the only alpha for him and that he was never allowed to mention Eijiro again.

There was nothing wrong with Katsuki. In fact if he had never met Eijiro, Denki was sure he could’ve fallen in love with him, but he did. He did meet Eijiro and no other alpha compared. It wasn’t Katsuki’s fault nor was it his; when money is involved, feelings really don't matter. It had been during one of their chaperoned dates that by chance Eijiro walked into the same restaurant and his eyes locked on Denki’s. The omega had wanted to plead with him, but he gave him an expression that said ‘oh I understand’ and Denki cried so hard Katsuki thought he overstepped by not wearing scent patches and took him home with an apology.

When he was 16, his mother forced him to accept the blonde’s courtship offer and his fate was sealed. When he got home later that night, he realized that his nest had been completely ransacked. His baby blanket was gone, his favorite fuzzy blanket that he got when he first presented and his plushie.

The plushie had been hidden in the corner of his nest that Eijiro had gifted him before they changed schools. It had long lost the alpha’s scent but it brought him comfort — he was careful to keep it from his parents, but clearly not careful enough. His parents had also completely replaced the nesting mattress and base, saying something about him needing a proper nest now that he was a taken omega. Denki hated it because the new nest wasn’t comforting to him, it felt stiff and sterile and all he had was the blanket and shirt from Katsuki to fill it.

The day after he turned twenty, their engagement was announced and Denki fell apart when he caught the scent of sandalwood among the guests. He saw red eyes, ones that were slightly similar to Katsuki’s but not the same at all, and they were filled with anguish. His black hair is now a bright red and he seemed to be on his grandfather’s heels. Denki ended up at the bar toward the end of the party, watching how happy Katsuki acted as he chatted with his friends when Eijiro sat a few seats down. Denki sent a drink his way, an apricot fizz (please look my way) while EIjiro sent him back an old fashioned (I’ll go my way).

Denki felt like a zombie on the day of his wedding. His mother made him go through what she called a ‘professional omega cleanse’ — he was stripped down and every part of his body, inside and out, was scrubbed, hard. He was then humiliated by having to go through a ‘virginity exam’, something that no one but his own family pushed for. Apparently his parents were taking pride in what a perfect specimen their omega son was. Everyone cooed at the tears that ran down his eyes up at the altar, thinking the omega was overjoyed, but instead it was because he saw an emotionless expression on Eijiro’s face right after he said ‘I do’.

The omega tried. He really did, but Bakugo Katsuki would never be the alpha he held dear in his heart. The alpha really was the perfect mate and he would be…for someone else. He had hoped he’d get pregnant the first year, his heats were more miserable with Katsuki than without him, but he was used to not getting what he wanted from life. After a year he had enough and brought up spending their mating cycles apart. He could see Katsuki’s hesitation but most of Denki’s life was spent doing things he didn’t want so surely Kats could make this sacrifice for him. And he did. In fact Denki learned that Katsuki would bow to anything and everything the omega asked of him.

Denki had been married for three years when he finally saw Eijiro again — both leaving the same heat/rut clinic. Something about knowing Eijiro wasn’t sharing his ruts with another made the omega feel warm inside. He asked the alpha to a nearby cafe and that’s how it all began. Eijiro was still the puppy-dog that he had always been and apparently showed his grandfather he had more potential than his other grandsons. It was innocent, the alpha respecting the fact Denki was bound to another…all until Denki lied.

Telling Eijiro that Katsuki was more focused on work than him, that he was disgusted by the omega’s heat and he’d overheard the blonde saying their relationship was just transactional. He told him that Katsuki turned down a mating claim when in fact it was Denki’s parents that had — since a mating claim can only be broken upon death, they felt withholding it gave them an upper hand to potentially control the Bakugos (it did not). Eijiro had been livid and easily fell into the omega’s trap: so Denki would simply tell Katsuki he was heading to the clinic and instead go to the nearby hotel where Eijiro was waiting for him.

The omega was on cloud nine, his parents left him alone and he got the alpha he wanted. Eijiro doted on him, worshiped him and wholeheartedly loved him, he wanted for nothing when the alpha was around. But it was short-lived when Eijiro tried to end things, saying that it was wrong and he couldn’t stand the person who looked back at him in the mirror. So Denki lied, claiming Katsuki had a side piece, and some other things that got Eijiro to spend one more heat with him. But before he could try to figure out how to prolong his affair, he missed a cycle and a cheap plastic test told him he was royally fucked.

Six weeks. He was six weeks pregnant and it would be very apparent it wasn’t his husband’s. So the night of their fourth anniversary, after his mother-in-law’s comment about his appetite and his ‘pre-heat’ rebuttal led to him sleeping with his husband. It’s uncommon for an alpha/omega couple to get pregnant out of heat/rut periods but thankfully for Denki, his actions triggered Katsuki’s rut. But maintaining the lie wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. Katsuki, who was already a doting alpha, somehow became even more doting and wonderful, making it hard for Denki to really figure things out.

Katsuki wanted to attend the appointments, but they would say the gestation week and it wouldn’t line up with the timeline Katsuki had mapped out in his planner. At first he could use the alpha’s meetings as reasons he had to go alone, but that didn’t last long because he just asked Mitsuki to cover him. He wanted to see ultrasounds so Denki lied and said there was a power outage so the dates were wrong when the system rebooted. The hardest was hearing Kats going on and on about the anatomy scan, mainly because he already had it so he said he picked a random appointment and came home playing it off as he just now knew they were having a girl. The further along he got, the more attentive Katsuki got, the more annoyed Denki got — after all he wanted his pup’s sire to be doing these things, not Katsuki.

Denki really had thought that because Katsuki spent so much time around him, Yuika would accept him as her sire. Why couldn’t he get anything he wanted? He tried to play it off as normal behavior but his own instincts were going haywire by not having Eijiro around, by some other alpha touching Eijiro’s pup. Each time Yuika screamed, he wanted to shake her until she stopped and would listen. HE had always behaved. HE always did as he was told. HE always listened. HE never disobeyed. Why couldn’t SHE?! Suggesting Eijiro to be the one to come was his last stitch effort in getting her to just calm down for a second. But the moment he saw her relax in the redhead’s arms and Ei looked down at him with pure adoration, he knew that everything was ruined.

Katsuki waited a week to confront Denki, mainly because he had enough self respect to not make an ass out of himself in front of the plethora of visitors they had. He had called Mitsuki to watch Yuika as he talked to Denki, who thankfully didn’t try to lie about things. He stood there as the omega confessed, telling him the various lies Eijiro had been told and then he dropped to his knees in front of Katsuki. He begged the alpha not to leave him, that his parents would kill him if they ever found out and even offered up his mating claim to the alpha. He used the alpha’s love for Yuika to try to persuade him to stay.

As he looked at the omega he could no longer see the one he fell in love with, the one he wanted more than anything to spend forever with. But had Denki ever been that man or had it been rose colored glasses? He was disgusted he tried to use Yuika as a bargaining chip and it was because of the alpha’s love for her that he had to leave. The once fond memories were now tainted and he can’t promise that he won’t grow to resent her if he stays — maybe that’s selfish of him but he’d rather not know her than to end up hurting her.

He also cannot forgive Denki, he’s upset he cheated, but what really hurts was that the omega never talked to him. If he would’ve just told Katsuki about his feelings, about not being interested in him, he’d have helped out. It made his blood boil that the Kaminari’s had used their own son the way they had, but Denki made his choices on his own. He would’ve talked to his parents and ended the courtship where /he/ looked like the ‘bad guy’ rather than Denki and helped him any way that he could. The omega chose not to do that. He chose to lie, cheat, and manipulate and that bell couldn’t be unrang.

Katsuki left the apartment the next day, taking his clothes and personal items, leaving everything else to Denki. His in-laws tried manipulating him into staying with their son but his grandfather shut that down immediately and the divorce was swift and easy for the blonde alpha. By chance (read: he essentially stalked the hospital) he ran into Izuku a few months after the confrontation. He wasn’t sure why he felt such a pull to the nurse, but just the short conversations they shared had him feeling like a child with a puppy dog crush. A few weeks of ‘random’ run-ins and he finally asked the nurse for dinner.

- -

Izuku couldn’t help but like the attention from the blonde alpha, however it also felt wrong. Izuku’s fingertips gently grazed the scar on his mating claim as he watched his four year old, Kumi, coloring. If he hadn’t given birth himself, he’d be convinced his mate had done so. Kumi had his sire’s dark brown hair and heliodor-colored eyes, he’s so much like Kai that sometimes it hurts. All he has of Izuku is a handful of freckles dusting his nose.

Izuku met Chisaki Kai at work which didn’t surprise anyone, the omega basically lived there. Kai was a pediatric oncologist and they met in the cafeteria — both reached for the same last packaged melon pan. After both tried to pull the ‘no you’, the doctor relented taking it, but when he passed Izuku’s table he slipped it on the nurse’s tray. That singular event triggered a whirlwind romance that resulted in a mating claim ten months later. If you ask anyone in the hospital, they couldn’t name a couple that seemed more perfect.

There was no denying that Kai only had eyes for Izuku, the alpha was absolutely whipped for the tiny omega. The doctor always wore a black face mask, but the smiles on his face when Izuku was around or even mentioned were obvious. He doted on the greenette, always making sure he didn’t work too hard, making sure he took breaks when he needed and somehow all the alpha’s breaks ended up with him on the maternity floor. Everyone thought the two couldn’t get anymore disgustingly in love with each other, but then Izuku found out he was expecting. If Kai was over the top before, he was five times that during the pregnancy.

He just happened to be on the maternity floor nearly every hour to make sure the omega wasn’t overdoing it and that he was drinking his water. If he couldn’t, he’d page one of the OB-GYN to check in with his mate. At home, the alpha wouldn’t let Izuku lift a finger, constantly doting on Izuku and the pup; he even tried to carry him to the bathroom though the greenette put his foot down and said no. Kai attended every appointment, fulfilled every craving and talked to the baby daily. Izuku struggled to believe he deserved such a great alpha, but Kai was there to kiss away each negative thought and reassure him every time he needed it. Kai cried the day Kumi was born, thanking Izuku repeatedly for giving him an amazing life, mate and pup.

Things were perfect.

Until they weren’t.

Shortly after Kumi’s first birthday, Kai lost a patient — a little girl named Eri and he took it harder than most cases. He told Izuku he just wanted to go out for a night drive, something he would do after a bad day, so he kissed his omega and pup goodnight saying he’d be home soon. Izuku got a call from the hospital three hours later, telling him there’d be an accident. Truck ran a red light and crashed into Kai’s car, there was nothing they could do. For weeks Kumi cried for his “dada” but Izuku couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted and if it wasn’t for his mother, he’d have fallen completely apart.

It took eight months before he could go back to the hospital, thankfully he was able to take extended leave to be with Kumi and properly grieve. He smiled and was there for his patients but he wasn’t the same, nobody expected him to be. The first anniversary of Kai’s passing the omega was inconsolable, sobbing so hard he threw up and he couldn’t even look at Kumi for two days. Izuku felt like maybe Kumi looking exactly like Kai was his punishment for taking an alpha like Kai and keeping him all for himself, he was just a male omega born to a single dam after all. Nothing special.

For his third birthday Kumi asked for a superhero party and Izuku assumed it was because the two often watched All Might’s Mighty Adventures. Then one night Kumi surprised him by saying he wanted the superhero decorations that looked like his daddy and the omega sobbed for hours after his pup went to bed. Kumi then became a wonderful reminder of Kai’s love and compassion and Izuku felt like things were really working out for him. Then a blonde alpha showed up and threw his world upside down.

Izuku couldn’t deny the way he felt about Katsuki or the pull he felt toward the alpha. He didn’t just have himself to think of, but Kumi and then there was everything that happened with the omega in the hospital. Then there was his mating claim scar; typically when bonds break the mark fades within a year, but he and Kai had constantly marked each other, practically engraving their love on the other’s skin. A doctor told Izuku that it was rare, but it could happen when a pair repeatedly bite over the claim and that some old stories say it’s a sign of an undying love. Izuku wasn’t so sure another alpha would be okay with that kind of reminded of a past mate.

- -

Three Years Later

Eijiro’s exhausted, long hours in an office building isn’t what the alpha thought his life would be. When his grandfather found out about Denki and Yuika, he saw a whole different side of the man — he slapped Eijiro across the face and screamed at him. He told him that he was no better than his mother, just another mistress whore and a worthless alpha. Kenji had hoped Eijiro wouldn’t disappoint him, it’s why despite his illigitmacy he wanted Ei to take on one of their companies. Instead he got demoted to being a basic paper pusher, further darkening the black smudge that he was on the family’s name.

Kenji met with Kazuki (Denki’s grandfather) and Mamoru (Katsuki’s grandfather) to hope to smooth things over and make sure further endeavors weren’t tainted. Kazuki apologized for his family’s behavior, he had been in the dark about the whole thing and was willing to accept whatever the others decided, even if it was severing business ties. Mamoru said he wanted a clean divorce for Katsuki, they wouldn’t slander the Kaminari name in the press saying it was all due to irreconcilable differences and wouldn’t speak on the matter. Despite the clear evidence the blonde alpha wasn’t the sire, they would do a DNA test just to cover all the bases and protect Katsuki and the pup.

Kenji said that Denki and Eijiro would mate, not just marry and that it was non-negotiable. He wouldn’t allow Eijiro to further ruin the Kirishima name or have Denki embarrass his grandson by going around saying whatever to whichever alpha would listen. Kazuki agreed, the bond would be more as a punishment than a reward for their behavior, the two wanted to be together so badly, they would now spend the rest of their lives together. Eijiro would still be allowed a job within the family company to support the omega and pup, but he wouldn’t be in the limelight or seen at any events. That also meant that Denki wouldn’t be seen out either, he would be allowed to visit the family compounds but nowhere else.

The red-headed alpha drags his feet to go home, nothing’s been the same since that day at the hospital. When Denki told him he was pregnant, he never said anything about her being his, so he distanced himself. He didn’t attend any parties or anything affiliated with the Bakugo family. He was already struggling to live with himself being no better than his own parents, but when Denki texted he needed help getting home with the pup he felt the urge to help. Eijiro knew the second he saw that little girl that she was his daughter and when Denki leaned against him, he saw a life he always wanted. Then the truth came out: the omega lied to him, repeatedly.

Katsuki wasn’t a monster at all. He wasn’t more focused on work, he returned home early every day. He wasn’t disgusted by Denki’s heat, he was respecting what the omega asked him. He never called their relationship transactional, he was head over heels in love with him. He never denied a mating claim, Denki’s parents were withholding it. Katsuki never had a mistress, he spent all his time working to provide for his family or doting on Denki. Eijiro didn’t recognize Denki after he untangled all the lies, he surely wasn’t the omega he fell in love with all those years ago. And now…now he’s stuck with him.

- -

Denki finally has everything he had wanted, mated to Eijiro and had his pup, but it’s nothing like he thought it would be. Eijiro doesn’t bother to look at him and if he has to, he just gets a neutral unreadable expression. The only time he sees pieces of the alpha he loves is when Yuika is around or involved, she gets all the love and attention Denki wanted from the alpha and he /hates/ her for it. Once they left the hospital, he refused to do anything with her, demanding a wet nurse, night nurse, nanny, any and everyone that worked with pups to be hired to handle her. When his parents got wind of this, they berated him and Kenji allowed for Eijiro to have leave to bond with the pup.

The omega tries to entice Eijiro, flaunting his pheromones especially pre-heat ones, but to no avail. At first, Eijiro simply ignored Denki, then he began leaving boxes of scent patches around before telling the blonde to spend his heat in a clinic if he needed to. That only further upset Denki who tried to lock himself in their room for attention but got nothing from the alpha. Instead Eijiro moved into one of the spare rooms and continued on with life.

Denki watches as Eijiro comes into their apartment, face unreadable until Yuika rushes to him and the alpha lights up. He rolls his eyes as she asks about his day, excitedly telling him about hers and how her nanny made her lunch just like he does. The omega watches as Eijiro relives the nanny as he takes over childcare for the evening — playing games with her, making her dinner, giving her a bath, reading her a book before tucking her in. Denki watches as Eijiro walks out of her room and back into the main area of the house, it’s as though he doesn’t exist as the alpha moves around him.

“So you’re just not gonna speak?” He spits at his /mate/.

“You’d just lie anyways.”

The omega pushes himself off the couch and slams the front door behind him. He doesn’t give a fuck anymore that he’s supposed to stay out of sight, not cause anymore issues, he cannot stand being trapped in that suffocating house anymore. He misses the way things were with Katsuki — how HE was always first to the blonde alpha, HE was the one that loved and HE was the one that got all the attention. HE deserves those things, to be the one doted on and cared for, HE did everything he was told to so why was he being punished?

He’s turning a corner, heading towards some cafe when he freezes, hearing that all familiar husky voice. Denki realizes how awful he looks: dark bags under his eyes, oily hair, he’s exhausted and simply looks a mess. At first glance he probably looks like a tired parent, but it’s due to being mated to an alpha that he doesn’t have a solid bond with. But maybe his looks won’t matter, Katsuki has loved him pretty much his whole life, so he’ll see through such a trivial thing. He looks at his reflection in a shop window, fiddling with his hair and smoothing his shirt. Denki feels something for the first time since he was forced to mate Eijiro and excitedly walks towards the blonde alpha.

The omega’s face completely drops when he takes in the sight of Katsuki with a pup much older than Yuika on his shoulders. What really sours his mood is seeing the alpha walking next to a basic looking pregnant omega. How could Katsuki just replace him like that? Sure he wanted out, yeah he wanted to be with Eijiro, but Katsuki never showed interest in anyone else. He had even told Denki that, that no other omega had or would ever catch his eye, so Katsuki is just a liar! Not to mention he clearly lost any standards by being with someone that was no more than damaged goods with a pup.

That could’ve been him. Instead he’s stuck with Eijiro and Yuika, two people that make his life miserable. Two people that have done nothing but ruin his life and take away everything that he worked for. He hates them. He hates them. He hates them. He sees Katsuki laughing at something the pup said, smiling lovingly at that whore of an omega and Denki feels sick.

- -

Katsuki never thought he’d fall in love with another omega. His whole life was Denki Denki Denki. Then he met Izuku. Waiting an appropriate time to approach the omega had been difficult because he was ready right then, that moment he left Denki, he was ready. But that wouldn’t be fair to Izuku especially since he knew the story, it would make the greenette feel like a rebound — he could not have that.

Izuku had been upfront and completely honest with Katsuki. On the first date he told the alpha that he had a late husband, a pup, and a mating scar. He told him that if any of that bothered Katsuki, there’d be no hard feelings between them. With such kindness in his eyes, he bluntly told Kats that he didn’t want to waste either one of their time. The blonde wanted to say he loved him right there in that moment, but he settled for simply nodding; his honesty was refreshing after everything.

It took six months for him to meet Kumi and despite not being a newborn, Kats was worried he’d reject his scent. To both his and Izuku’s surprise, within an hour of their first meeting Kumi blatantly told them the alpha’s scent was comforting. At first Katsuki was worried that with Kumi, he’d be living in Kai’s shadow — he never wanted to replace his sire, just be another alpha figure he could look up to. He just wanted to add to those the pup felt safe around. A year in, while he was tucking Kumi into bed, the pup looked up and said “did you know my Daddy was a superhero? Pretty cool huh?” Without skipping a beat, the alpha said that was amazing and retold a story Izuku told him, smiling as Kumi’s eyes sparkled.

Nearly two years into their relationship, Kumi called Kats ‘papa’ in passing; he never noticed the large loop he had thrown the couple into. Izuku immediately felt horrible, that he selfishly moved too fast and now his son was forgetting his sire; something that the omega swore he never would let happen. Katsuki panicked, worried he overstepped, worried he somehow messed up. Then the pup asked, “hey Papa, did Ma ever tell you about the time Daddy…”

Katsuki is nervous. Like to the point it feels like his stomach is turning inside out and he’s gonna puke. Technically he’s been in this exact position before, standing next to an omega giving birth, but this time it’s different. This time the love between them is mutual, everything he does is appreciated, and it’s so clear what was missing in his past relationship.

The nurses pass the tiny little pup back to Izuku who coos preciously before telling Kumi to look at his baby sibling. Kumi has a huge smile on his face, excited to finally meet them. Discreetly (read: not discreet at all) Katsuki sniffs himself, worried that the pup will reject his scent just like Yuika did. Izuku reassured him that won’t happen, never taking offense at the alpha’s worry, but he couldn’t help it. Time hasn’t fully healed that wound — he had even gone as far as having Izuku heavily scent him before they came to the hospital.

The tiny bundle is offered to Katsuki who gently takes them. His hands are sweaty as he pulls the swaddled pup into his chest, heart nearly beating out of his chest. He closes his eyes and waits. He waits for the babe to start screaming, to become uncomfortable and search for a different scent, just like Yuika had done. He braces himself, tears pooling in his eyes as any moment now the pup will wake unsettled.

That never comes.

When he opens his eyes, he sees a peacefully sleeping pup in his arms. No screaming. No fussing. No fear. Tempting fate, he pulls the baby up closer to his chest, letting out just a bit more of his pheromones knowing things will drastically change. They don’t. Instead the pup wiggles to get a bit more comfortable before relaxing into Katsuki’s hold and the alpha loses it. He starts crying, unable to stop the waterworks as Izuku tries to comfort him. Kumi very proudly states that he told his Papa he wouldn’t stink to the new baby and Mitsuki finds herself holding back laughs as she records the entire scene.

It took time, as with all things, but Katsuki’s heart completely healed — thanks to a wonderful green-haired nurse, of course.

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #bakudeku #bakugo x midoriya #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #chisaki kai #cw infidelity #cw cheating #omegaverse au #omegaverse #alpha katsuki #alpha kirishima #omega Kaminari #omega izuku

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fangs | g.jaegerjaquez

chapter one: shit | chapter two (tba) | chapter three (tba)

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: dark content, 18+! a/b/o stuff (pheromones, fangs, alpha-omega, animalistic tendencies), blood (a LOT), biting, drugs, gangs, fighting, (more to be added as chapters progress)

▸ ▸ ▸ wordcount: 3k+

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: this has been in the works for a while but i finally have a bit of energy to put into it, so that's fun! also ive taken parts of omegaverse lore and made it my own, so if things get confusing, feel free to ask questions! thanks for reading!! ♡

“Shit,” he hisses, tongue running over the split in his lower lip. His glare intensifies as he shoots it over his shoulder, landing on the little turd shaking in his boots, wooden baseball bat held tight in two white-knuckled fists.

“I didn’t even do that! Y-you bit your lip with those freakish fricken fangs!” The kid argues, blue eyes wide with terror, that distinct childish whine caught in his throat.

“Right, so you swinging that bat at me had no impact on the state of my face at all?” He turns his body towards the boy, cracks his neck as he rolls his shoulders. “Sounds like a crock a’ shit, squirt.”

“Uncle will be mad if you hit me!” He reasons, knees knocking together.

“Oh, but you can hit me?” Grimmjow raises his brows, wiping the blood with a knuckle as he stalks towards the kid.

“You’re the gang’s Mad Dog! You’re supposed to be too good for me to hit!” He frowns, stepping back as the predator steps forward.

Grimmjow grins then, his hulking canines pressing uncomfortably into his lower lip, the one on the left shining with blood. “Maybe I wanted a reason to discipline the young master.”

“Jaegerjaquez,” Tousen appears out of nowhere, like usual. “Boss has a job for you.” Is all he says before turning to the kid. “You know how your mother feels about you using that bat for violence, young master.”

The kid’s pouting, obviously happy to have been spared, but upset that he’s being scolded and losing his babysitter-slash-impromptu-martial-arts-instructor all in one fell swoop.

“Where’s he want me?” Grimmjow straightens, rubs the sweat from his hands down the thighs of his faded blue jeans, re-pops the collar of his barely buttoned Hawaiian shirt. Tousen regards him coldly through the lenses of ridiculously priced glasses, as usual, like Grimmjow is worse than the dirt beneath his stupid black leather loafers.

“The usual place.” Tousen turns his nose up at Grimmjow, and gestures back to the kid. “You need to stop sneaking out of the house when Starrk falls asleep; let’s go.” He orders, heading towards the winding forest path that leads back to the main house.

“We were training.” The kid argues back, pouting. “Everyone always talks about how strong the Mad Dog is, and I’m gonna be stronger.”

“Strength isn’t necessarily how hard you hit, or how many bones you break, Kaiden. Remember that.” Tousen sends Grimmjow one last look before the pair disappear behind the yellowing Japanese Maples, the young master waving frantically and promising to return.

This makes Grimmjow grin, smirk elongating as he heads back into his shack, imagining how Aizen’s prissy bitch of a left hand man has to listen to the kid praise him. What makes the young master’s idolisation of him that much sweeter is the fact that the little brat hasn’t presented yet; Tousen can’t blame the kid on being affected by Grimmjow’s Ridiculously Potent Dominant Alpha Pheromones, has to accept that he just likes the way he is. Thinks he’s fucking cool.

Betas, as a rule, tend to harbour a little bit of hatred towards alphas or omegas, especially in their line of work, but Tousen takes the goddamn cake.

With a spring in his step, Grimmjow packs a duffel. His little house— if you can call it that— is a bit of a mess, so finding what he needs is a pain in the ass, but he manages. Ten year old Motorola Razr (in ice blue), wallet, and switchblade are all on his bed, still there from being dumped out early this morning when he got home from a job. His first aid kit, pheromone patches, and inhibitors are all in the stall he calls a bathroom, and— he checks the package— he’s running low on patches. The last thing on his mental list— his knuckle dusters— are in the kitchen sink, still caked in dried blood, but he throws them in the bag anyway.

He leaves his leather jacket and just opts for his keys; the summer’s been long and hot, and he loves the way the air feels on his skin as he speeds the streets of Karakura.

Ichimaru’s Ikeman Fantasy is a front that even the blind can see, yet it’s been untouched by the law for years. Grimmjow parks his bike in its usual spot, holds the duffle by the handle and tosses it over his shoulder, before strolling past Yammy and the other bouncers, and in through the front door.

Smells like easy omega in here.

“Afternoon, Jaegerjaquez!” Nel hollers, tits bouncing as she waves from her spot behind the bar. They never used to get along, but the years of living and working in close proximity forced them into a friendship of sorts. Now they dye each other’s hair.

“Nel,” he nods, duffle landing on the bar with a thud. “Aizen here?”

“‘Course he is,” she rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “He’s always here.”

“Like you.” He grins. “You’re part of the furniture, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs, nodding back towards the kitchen. “Someone’s gotta keep Nnoitra in place. I do miss you being here, though.” Her nose scrunches up. “All the new boys are boring.” There’s a bit of bite behind her bark, and usually that’s what he looks for in a woman, but she’s never affected him. He can’t get hard for other alphas; all part and parcel of being a dominant himself. Omegas or nothing.

“Maybe if I was better at lip service.” He shrugs, tossing his feline stare over his shoulder to sus out the place.

“Or if you were worse at brawling,” she leans on the bar, those too big breasts pushing up and together in a way that makes them look like they might pop out of her shirt. “They’ve started calling you The Grim around here, you know? You come and go, then someone shows up dead.”

“That’s dramatic; I don’t kill people.” Always.

“Keep your secrets, Jaegerjaquez, I don’t want them.” Nel shakes her head, perks up a bit when someone else comes in.

It’s too early to open, and Grimmjow has no idea who this girl is. She’s cute, nervous-looking. Undoubtedly omega with her candy-apple scent.

“You’re getting girls in here now?” He asks when the candy apple omega is escorted through the lounge and into the back rooms.

“Yeah, Gin’s wanting to expand with the beauties.” She whispers, leaning close. “But you know Aizen: don't fix it if it ain’t broke.”

“Fox face wants to bring girls in here?” Grimmjow balks, a little too loud. “To work?” He questions, voice dropping.

“Yeah, for the back room stuff.” Nel looks undoubtedly uncomfortable. The main draw for the club is that it’s catered to women; less violent outbursts, less brawling, less police attention.

“Huh, never would’a picked it.” Grimmjow sighs, brows raising. “Matsumoto’s surely against it.”

“Yeah, so’s Ai—“

“You’re here,” Aizen’s voice isn’t loud, but it's commanding. There’s a quiet cruelty there that keeps people on their toes, a suppressed dominance that he’s master at concealing. “Come, Grimmjow, I have a task for you.” He’s across the lounge, standing in front of his office, the door right next to the one the candy apple omega disappeared behind.

“Sure thing,” he nods, suddenly professional. He gives Nel one last look before grabbing his duffel and slinking off towards his boss— The Boss.

Aizen’s office is the epitome of old European money; velvet chaise, dark filigree wallpaper, gold accents, cherry stained hardwood. Grimmjow feels like a stray dog attempting domestication each time he stalks into the room, can’t bear to sit lest he destroy or dirty something. The Boss doesn’t even offer him a seat anymore, just places a lowball of whiskey in his hand and starts on the task at hand.

“There’s a small motorcycle gang that’s started to sell on our turf,” he says, opening a beige folder and tossing its contents on his desk. “Need you to rough ‘em up a bit before they get too big for their boots.”

“Kids?” Grimmjow scowls, picking up the pile of photos and tossing them back to the desk as he looks at them. They’re in their late teens to early twenties, with their black leather jackets and little white baggies. “You’re sending me to deal with kids?”

Aizen sighs and sits down in his polished leather chair, taking a sip of his own whiskey. “You’re right.” He nods, leaning over the table and picking up one of the photos Grimmjow’s tossed down. “Normally, I’d send Yammy, or even Tousen— if I wanted to deal with it diplomatically— but this kid,” he holds up the picture of a blonde, his head tossed back in laughter, canine-like fangs protruding out of his mouth. “Is a dominant like you.”

He takes the photo from Aizen and looks it over, then goes through the ones he tossed and picks up a clearer one of his face. “He’s not even wearing patches,” Grimmjow shakes his head, glaring at the glossy photos. “Just swinging his dick around like he owns the place.”

“Exactly,” Aizen stands and gathers the photos, holds his hand out for the ones Grimmjow’s still scrutinising. “I’ll send the lot of them to your phone.”

“Boss, I can’t see shit on my phone,”

“I told you to buy a new one.”

“Why fix something if it ain’t broke? Besides, I got the little fucker’s face memorised, don’t sweat it.”

“They hang around by the train station at the end of the street most nights. Rough them up a bit, feel free to knock some teeth out.” Aizen smiles then, golden eyes shining as he shows his own fangs.

To the naked eye, he looks like a beta or omega with his average-sized canines, but Grimmjow knows better. Knows he’s had them filed down; that he does so on the regular.

Dangerous fucker he is.

After sticking around for a couple more drinks with Nel, he pockets a knuckleduster and leaves her with the rest of his shit. "I'll come get it when I'm done with the job." He drawls, tapping his scent blockers to test their saying power— excellent, considering he replaced them after Aizen dismissed him.

"Don't kill too many, Grim." She calls a little too loud, smiles a little too broadly. It draws attention from the other patrons, the few older women sitting at and around the bar suddenly interested in him.

"Don't lose my shit." He glares back, fang grinding on the still fresh wound from this morning when he tenses his jaw.

Undeterred, she waves him off with a smile, before undoubtedly weaving tales about his murderous escapades to the nosey hags asking too many questions. He doesn’t stick around long enough to confirm or deny his own suspicions.

The damp heat of early summer clings to Grimmjow like a second skin; seeing others unaffected— still dressing in light layers and boots, some with scarves and gloves— makes him feel a little claustrophobic, even outside in the streets. He knows it’s him who’s wrong, knows his medication has side effects and his second gender has drawbacks as well as perks, but still it’s enough to plaster that scowl to his face. At least it makes people avoid him, gives him a little bubble when it’s crowded, even in rush hour.

Hands shoved deep in his pockets, that glare is set straight ahead. He’s on a mission, and it’s something he’s not too happy about. Sure, he’s used to cleaning up Aizen’s messes, used to brawling, bleeding, biting, and bitching; but dealing with pups never ends well. These kids probably think they’re kings, think that their blonde ringleader is gonna make them rich or famous, or both.

Probably both.

Flashing fangs like that around here, though… that’s gonna get you killed.

Grimmjow’s nothing if not morally grey, however, so seeing the little posse down an alley on the way to his destination brings a rush of excitement. The sooner he can get this over with, the better.

“Oi,” he calls, entering the alley. “Heard you’re selling.”

“Who’s askin’?” One steps away from the wall— not the blonde— and tilts his chin up at Grimmjow. It takes all the willpower in the world not to match that snarl with one of his own, but he just shrugs and tries to act innocent, keeps his shoulders hunched so he seems smaller than his six-four frame.

“Just some guy,” he drawls, keeping his fangs concealed. “Why, you discriminate?”

The kid snarls at him again, infuriated, “Discrimin—”

“Cool it, Tetsu,” the blonde finally steps forward, and his pheromones are no joke. It’s been a hot minute since Grimmjow’s come across a dominant who doesn’t conceal what he is, and he has to physically stop the warning growl that wants to vibrate up his throat. “This old man just needs a hit, don’tcha grandpa?” He grins, condescending lilt to his brow.

“Nah, you got me all wrong, kiddo,” Grimmjow stands tall— taller than the blonde by at least five inches— and cracks his knuckles, apathetic grin turned evil. “I just need to relay a message to you little fuckers about who’s turf you’re selling on.”

The blonde postures, baring his fangs as his pupils blow wide, “Bring it on, old man!” He yells, pheromones turning the alley sour and crippling his friends.

Grimmjow says nothing, just mirrors the young alpha, and roars.

His pals throw up, one passes out, and the blonde’s pupils revert before his fight or flight kicks in, and he launches himself at Grimmjow. He knows the fight would be over if he just removed his scent patches, but where’s the fun in that? What kind of Grim Reaper would he be if he let it end at that?

Blondie lands a hit to Grimmjow’s jaw, and he feels it crack his bone. Adrenaline and anger mask the pain, and in an instant he’s above the kid, landing blow after blow after blow to his face with his bare knuckles, colouring his face crimson in a matter of seconds.

“Old man?” Grimmjow grunts sarcastically, the adrenaline subsiding with each moment of non-resistance. “This old man better not see you on this side of the tracks with intent to sell again, or I’ll rip those useless canines straight outta your face, got it?” He finishes, holding the blonde up by the front of his bloodied leather jacket and glaring down at his swollen, weepy face. Blondie can only groan in pain before going limp in Grimmjow’s grasp.

He drops him to the cement and glances up at the rest of the gang. With both alphas done with their brawl, the pheromones in the air have thinned, and the rest of the kids are in the process of regaining their composure.

“I fucking mean it,” Grimmjow continues with his warning. “I know you think you’re fucking invinci—”

He’s frozen by a sharp stinging sensation in the side of his neck, and when he swipes at it, something small, cylindrical, and plastic hits the ground next to his knee and rolls away from him.

A syringe.

They’ve drugged him.

“Run!” Someone screams from behind him, lurching with speed and strength Grimmjow knows wouldn’t be possible from anyone other than another dominant alpha. He grabs for Blondie, tosses his limp body over his shoulder and takes off down the alley as the rest of the gang scatters.

Grimmjow stumbles as he attempts to give chase, his vision swimming and heart pounding. He stops and crouches there in the alley behind a dumpster, closing his eyes and trying his goddamn hardest to regulate himself, to pinpoint the problem. His limbs are fine, and there’s no numbness, so that’s a plus, but he’s dizzy as all hell, and—

Slap.

He opens his eyes to see one of his scent blockers— a shriveled-looking skin-toned bandaid— lying there on the cement like it’d been used more than a few times. But he knows that’s not the case, knows that was a brand new fucking blocker and that it should’ve lasted him until at least tomorrow morning even if he wanted to sleep with it on.

He reaches for the one at the other side of his neck, and that one, too, slides off, looking a little more than worse for wear.

His pheromones have sweat the patches off.

This hasn’t happened to Grimmjow since he was going through goddamn puberty and the doctors couldn’t find the right dosage of inhibitors for him. He’s early thirties now, has been on the same goddamn pills since, and has never missed a dose. If there’s one thing Grimmjow cannot fucking stand, it’s an alpha who can’t control his fucking ruts.

And now he’s one of them.

Those shifty little fuckers have thrown him into rut.

“Motherfuckers!” He roars, knuckles meeting cement out of pure frustration, the pain that’s supposed to come with maiming oneself simply not present.

Grimmjow gets up and braces himself against the wall, breathing heavily and glancing between the mouth of the alley and the direction in which those little shits ran off. It’d be absolutely insane for them to want to stick around and try jump him, especially considering Blondie wasn’t using blockers, so there’s no doubt the end of the alley isn’t a completely dead end. Heading towards the street would only end in mayhem, so he stumbles deeper into the alley, using the brick wall for support when the cramping takes over and he needs a moment to breathe.

Fuck, he’s forgotten how this felt; forgotten just how base he goes when his hormones are running rampant, forgot how primal he is. He’s hungry. For food, for sex, for a good fucking fight.

His cock aches.

Still, he fights it. He’s not completely gone yet, but he can feel it pulling at him, irritating him, can feel it tickling his brain like a loose thread; one tug of it, and he’ll be feral. He’s exhausted, fighting the urge to pull the string, finds himself panting as he clutches at the spray paint covered brick with a bloodied hand, sweat dripping into his eyes, plastering powder blue hair to his forehead.

He briefly wonders if Aizen knew that they had this little ace up their sleeve, before deciding— with a baleful chuckle he didn’t know he still had in him— that he doesn’t even wanna know.

The last thing he sees before the world goes black is his own reflection in a shiny metal baseball bat

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